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flameoutfics · 3 years ago

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We’re Only Young and Naive Still Chapter 1

Summary: Nora is the first woman in the NHL, a recent call-up to the Calgary Flames, who has her own reasons for being there, much to the hesitation of her new teammates. As they get to know her though, she’ll find the family she never knew she wanted and sparks fly with a certain-future-captain. *This fic will update every Monday.

Nora waited outside the locker room for the rest of the team to join. She had been waiting for them to head out on the ice, knowing that they were in various states of undress behind the other wall. She had scrambled to get changed in the small bathroom that a member of the Avalanche’s front office had led her to. He’d sheepishly told her that this was the best that they could do and Nora had just nodded. She’d had to change in supply closets before in the absence of a women’s restroom close to the ice level.

Waiting in the empty corridor for the team allowed her anxiety to fester. Nora could only imagine what was going to await her once she got out onto the ice. There were some who were excited for her to become the first female NHL player to ever play a professional game. She knew they had clambered to get tickets, to show the little girls that anything was possible and that they, too, could join the NHL some day. Nora was nervous to step into that role of a role model, but she didn’t mind. It was the other faction, the one who had already mentioned her on Twitter and caused her to change her Instagram settings that worried her. They didn’t want her to play, they didn’t want a woman in the NHL. Nora could only imagine what they would say after her first game, that anything she’d do wouldn’t be good enough, that she was proof of why women didn’t belong in the NHL. Nora was so lost in her thoughts that she was jolted by the sound of the locker room door opening.

Jacob Markstrom readjusted his goalie mask on his face and headed out to the ice for warm ups. Nora followed close behind until they got to the ice’s edge.

“You first,” Jacob nodded towards the ice and gently tapped her on the back of her legs with his goalie stick. Nora sighed. It was tradition for players playing their first game to skate the first lap solo, but she’d rather forgo it. Nevertheless, she gritted her teeth and took her first steps onto the ice. For a moment, she hoped that with her hair tucked into her helmet, people wouldn’t recognize her, but as she started to gain momentum the crowd ignited. It was like everyone had an opinion. Sure she heard the cheers, but intermingled with them she heard the boos. To be honest, she wasn’t sure which there was more of. Much to her relief, after the first solo lap, the rest of the team piled on the ice and joined her for warm ups and she felt herself relax as she began to blend in with the other red jerseys.

Nora played 5:43 in her first NHL game. It wasn’t a lot, but it was a first. Nothing remarkable happened, and the Flames lost 3-1 in the end. It wasn’t an Auston Matthews level debut by any means but it wasn’t bad. She’d completed most of her passes and she’d made all of her line changes. Sutter didn’t play her much, nor did she expect it. She knew how he felt about having her on his team. She’d been great in the AHL racking up points and causing the hockey writers to wonder if she was going to break the glass ceiling and play in the NHL. Then she was brought up to the NHL and started practicing with the team, always being a healthy scratch when the final line up was decided. But the Flames kept losing and Nora knew that there was pressure on Sutter from the front office to play her. She wasn’t naive to the press that would surround her debut, neither was Brad. So, when Sutter finally announced that she was going to play her first NHL game, it wasn’t completely a surprise, but the timing took her off guard. The rest of the team had acknowledged it with polite cheers, but Nora knew that they weren’t thrilled to have her there either.

She’d sat in the locker room after the game, still fully in her gear while Sutter reamed them. “None of you played well today. Fuck, she played better than half of you and it was her first fucking game,” Sutter said as he pointed Nora out. She felt the cold gaze of the other players turn towards her as Sutter had pretty much just put a target on her back. She drowned the rest of his diatribe out and as she snuck a glance around the room, it looked like the rest of the team was also ignoring him. When he stormed off, Nora finally felt like she could breathe and retreated to the bathroom where she’d gotten dressed.

She’d only been in there for a few minutes before there was a knock on the door.

“Nora, they’re going to want you for post-game interviews,” Tanya, the PR rep said, from outside of the bathroom where Nora stripped out of her gear. She was sweaty from the game but knew she’d have to wait until she made it back to the hotel room before she could

“Okay,” Nora agreed, even though she knew that she was going to be the focus of the interview, “is anyone else going to be there?”

“Matthew will be too,” Tanya said. Nora sighed to herself but nodded.

“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute,” Nora said. She wished it was Jacob or even Johnny doing the interview with her instead of Matthew. She didn’t hate him, but she didn’t like him either. Since she’d been called up to practice with the team, he’d coolly ignored her. Most of the guys treated her that way too, with Jacob and Johnny being two exceptions.

Matthew was already waiting at the table that had been set up for them for press availability. He glanced up at her and nodded in acknowledgement but didn’t say anything. Nora didn’t know what she was expecting. Did she think he’d say ‘hi’ or ‘great job today’? They weren’t friends, they were barely even teammates.

“Alright, let’s start with the first question,” Tanya said.

“Nora, how did your first game in the NHL feel?” a reporter asked. It was a softball question and one that Nora appreciated.

“It was great. It was a dream come true, honestly,” Nora said, “and I’m really fortunate to be able to be here and on such an amazing team to share the game with them.”

“It’s not the result that I’m sure you wished for, though,” the reporter followed up.

“No,” Nora conceded, “I definitely thought that I could have played better, especially in the third period, but Matthew had an amazing goal in the second period, and really it’s just an honor to be here and play a game in the NHL.

“Any family here today to celebrate your first game with you?” A different reporter asked.

Nora pasted a smile on her face, “No, unfortunately they couldn’t make it, but I know they were watching from home.”

“I have a question for Nora…” another reporter started and Nora wished that just one of them could direct their attention to Matthew.

“Why aren’t you in the NWHL?” a reporter asked. That caused Nora to pause. The answer caught in her throat. She knew that was the question that thousands of people had on their minds. There was a league for female hockey players, a great league, so why wasn’t Nora playing in it? Nora had rehearsed the answer to the inevitable in the mirror for what felt like hundreds of times, but here the words failed her.

Tanya looked over at her and watched as she floundered for a response. “Sorry,” Nora said as she brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “would you mind repeating the question?”

“Sure, Nora, why aren’t you in the NWHL?” the reporter repeated.

“I- I-...”

“Alright, I think our time has wrapped up,” Tanya said as she closed out the interview, saving Nora from answering. Once all the reporters left, Nora turned to Tanya. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I couldn’t answer that.”

Tanya smiled but it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Don’t worry, we can discuss some possible answers and better prepare you for media availability in the future.”

“Thanks,” Nora said. Matthew hadn’t said anything except for the one question directed towards him about his second-period goal. All Nora wanted to do was go back to her hotel room and take a nice warm shower. She didn’t give either of them a chance to say anything and instead headed out and grabbed her coat, knowing her gear would travel with the rest of the team’s. She walked the couple of blocks back to the hotel. She kept her head down, hoping to remain unrecognized by fans who were still lingering by the arena and made it back to her hotel room without running into anyone. She stripped out of her Flames-branded gear and headed for the shower. In the mirror, she could already see bruises starting to develop from where she’d been checked into the boards. She should have been ecstatic to be playing in the NHL; most people in her position would be, but she didn’t. She just wanted the day to be over and to go to bed. That was what made her sad, that she didn’t care that much about being in the NHL, it was just a means to an end. Before she went to sleep, she took one more look at her phone and reminded herself why she was doing this. She knew why she was playing in the NHL; she just couldn’t say it.

Nora glanced around the dining room for breakfast the next day looking for a place to sit. It felt like high school all over again. Ideally, she would have sat near Jacob or Johnny, but their tables were all filled so instead she sat in an open seat with some of the other newer players, Elias, and Matthew. They were happily chatting about some football game that Nora knew nothing about. She tried to follow along for a while, but after realizing that she didn’t really have anything to contribute, she hurriedly ate her breakfast and wanted to rush back to her room. She cleared her plate and offered a faint excuse for something she’d forgotten in her room, hoping to leave. It wasn’t like any of them would notice that she was gone anyways. She’d only made it a little ways before she heard footsteps follow her out.

“What’s your problem?” Matthew asked as he cornered Nora.

“I don’t have a problem,” Nora said.

“You could at least try to pretend to be interested in getting along with the team,” Matthew said.

“What are you talking about?” Nora asked.

“You didn’t come out with us last night,” Matthew said.

“I wasn’t invited,” Nora answered.

“Everyone was,” Matthew said.

“Well I wasn’t,” Nora insisted.

“It was in the group chat,” Matthew said.

“I’m not in the group chat, so I didn’t see the message,” Nora said.

“Oh,” Matthew said.

“Yeah,” Nora said.

Matthew fished out his phone and fiddled around with a few buttons. “There, you should be added now.”

“Thanks,” Nora said. Matthew looked like he was going to say something more but reconsidered.

“Ready for the flight?” Matthew asked.

“Yeah,” Nora replied, “I’ll be back down soon.” She headed back up to her room and collapsed on the bed, with just a few minutes before she’d have to pack her things for the flight. Against her better judgement she scrolled through the group chat back to previous messages and saw messages from when it had been announced that she’d been called up to the Flames.

Johnny: That girl from the AHL’s being brought up.

Peter: Really? I didn’t think she was that good.

Elias: She’s on a five-game goal streak.

Matthew: We’re getting a girl on the team? Are we really that bad that they need to bring her up?

Nora sighed and put her phone away. Tears pricked her eyes as she tried to blink them away. There were other comments like that in the group chat that they hadn’t bothered to delete and Nora read them, wanting to know what her teammates really thought about her. Reactions ranged from ambivalent to disgust, with most somewhere in the middle. There was a knock on the door as a warning to head downstairs and Nora tried to compose herself.

“Are you okay?” Johnny asked when Nora arrived downstairs with her bag.

“Yeah, I’m ready to head to Detroit,” Nora replied with a fake smile on her face.

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ipuckwithhockey · 3 years ago

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Too Hot to Handle- A. Lowry

a/n: adam lowry is hot.

summary: smut. adam lowry is hot.

warnings: smut. adam lowry is hot.

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If you had known that coming on this trip would mean that you would be sharing a room, let alone a bed, you probably wouldn’t have agreed to come. Jen and Nikolaj had promised that the trip would include other singles, and while they hadn’t totally lied, they could have at least mentioned that the only single people coming would be you and Adam Lowry.

Jen and Nikolaj have only been together for a few months, but they both seem equally and genuinely infatuated with each other. He was sweet and patient with her and her wild personality and while you had doubts at first about the hot shot hockey player, as you got to know him and his friends you came around to the idea of them dating. Jen hasn’t been this happy in ages and that’s just another reason why she was able to so easily talk you into coming along on their all-star week vacation.

Now you’re lying in a bed next to Adam, who seemed just as surprised when they told him the two of you would be sharing a room. It’s not that you don’t like Adam, it’s actually the exact opposite. You’re pretty sure you’re totally and completely in love the guy. Sure, you’ve known him for less time than Jen and Nikolaj have known each other but there’s something about him that keeps pulling you in.

It’s the way he leans down to listen, making eye contact with you when you’re standing in a crowded bar. It’s how he smiles with his eyes and laughs with his whole entire body. It’s how he always seems to find you and makes an effort to say hello, asking about your day or your work. It’s his hair that is dark brown but somehow looks auburn in just the right light. And after today, it’s the way his broad shoulders and toned chest look as he runs out to the ocean.

You were sure it was just a crush, and maybe it still is, but after a long hot day at the beach you’re so worked up you think you might explode. It’s archaic really, that you’ve spent the entirety of your day objectifying a man’s body. You tried your best to hide your wondering eyes behind your dark sunglasses as they lingered on his sculpted abs and defined arms. You just couldn’t help but stare.

The room you’re sharing with him just seems to be getting smaller and hotter and you’re sure you’re having trouble breathing at this point.

Adam, the polite man that he is, asked if you minded him sleeping without a shirt on. You, being the polite and sane woman that you are said it would be fine. The two of you climbed into bed nearly an hour ago, Adam in just a pair of shorts and you in an old college t-shirt and some sleep shorts that you now realize are a bit too short. Had you known you would be in this situation you probably wouldn’t have packed the world’s tiniest pair of shorts, but because you don’t live in a fair world, you did.

Adam hadn’t missed those shorts either. When you came out of the bathroom his bottom half was already tucked under the covers of the bed. You worked your way through the room, moving some things around in your bags and while you thought Adam had been scrolling through his phone, he had peaked up and caught glimpse of your ass as you bent over to reach for something you had dropped. He almost forgot to look away and when you turned around, he had a blush in cheeks that he hoped you wouldn’t notice. It’s the same shade of red that found itself present throughout the day on the beach. He tried to keep his distance, keeping busy with the guys playing football or swimming in the ocean, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from drinking in your bikini-clad body. When you were in conversation with Jen or had your nose buried in your book he would let his eyes rake over you. They tried to memorize every curve of your body and now, those images are dancing through his mind, taunting him and keeping him from sleep. Luckily for him, you didn’t notice any of those quick glances because you were too busy in your own head, trying to calm yourself down about sharing a bed with Winnipeg’s most beautiful man.

The clock on the wall keeps ticking and you’re about to just haul yourself onto the couch downstairs when you feel Adam turn over on his side. You gingerly turn over in response and to see if he’s still asleep but to your surprise he isn’t. His eyes are very much open, and they don’t seem to have any remnants of sleep in them. The two of you lay there, both on your sides, looking at each other for what feels like hours. In reality its only a minute, maybe two.

“I can’t sleep,” His raspy voice cutting through the silence in the room.

“Me neither.” You reply, not breaking the eye contact that Adam is so good at holding. Your breathing still feels labored and you try your best to appear calm, cool, and collected.

“Why not?”

You could say that you can’t sleep because you’re so horny you think you might explode. Or you could say that you’re so hot and bothered that you might actually have a fever. But you don’t. You just give him a small shrug of your shoulders that says you’re not sure.

This doesn’t satisfy him though, and he lets out a frustrated huff as he flops onto his back while running his fingers through his hair. He stares at the ceiling for a few seconds and as you’re about to turn back over yourself, he speaks frustratedly, “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

A knife to your gut. That’s what it feels like. You’re not sure what to say and a small, sad, barely audible, “Oh,” slips out as you start to shrink back over to the other side of the bed. But you can’t move because there’s something that’s stopping you. It’s his hand. His warm hand on your arm, burning against your skin, is preventing you from rolling away from him.

“Wait. I-I didn’t mean it like that.”

You’re looking at him, unsure of what to say, and regretting even engaging in the late night conversation.

“I- I don’t know if I can sleep in the same bed with you and also keep my hands off of you. I will. I swear I’ll stay as far away as I can if that’s what you wa—“

You cut him off by closing the small space between the two of you as your lips collide with his. A small wave of shock hits him, but the overwhelming rush of want and lust overpowers him as he desperately kisses you back.

Your hands instinctively find their way to his hair and your fingers entangle themselves between his shaggy locks. You can feel his bare chest against you and his large warm hands caress the curves of your body as he hikes your leg around his waist. You can’t help but moan into his body. Adam doesn’t miss a beat and uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. The two of you are entangled with each other and as good as it feels, you need more.

“Ad-Adam.” You breathe out as he moves his attention to your neck, sucking and nipping at your soft skin. He stops when he hears the tone in your voice and looks up at you, worry in his eyes, “Shit. I’m sorry.”

You cut to the chase, “Adam. I swear to god if you don’t touch me right now, I might explode.” And with that short sentence Adam’s lips are crashing back into yours. He reaches his hands under your shirt, and he’s pleasantly surprised to find that you’re not wearing a bra. As your shirt is swiftly lifted above your head, Adam’s hands find their way back to your body and as his calloused fingers massage your nipples, your body arches into him in reaction. His lips and hands and his bare chest against yours are entirely too much and finally his hand meets the hem of your shorts, pulling them down your legs along with your underwear. Your body is a fire and Adam was the match that lit it.

“These fucking shorts might just be the death of me.” He growls as he tosses them off somewhere into the dark room and in the midst of everything that’s happening you can’t help but let out a quick giggle. He smiles back at you again before capturing your lips once more, and you bite at his bottom lip as you feel him grind against your core. Eventually you can feel his fingers run through your wet folds and as he dips one into your core you carefully choke back your moans. You can feel him getting harder against your thigh as he holds his body above yours and slowly, he adds another finger, spreading you further, with the heal of is palm rubbing against your clit. It’s not enough though, and you need more. You need him.

“Adam,” you quickly breathe out, “please, just fuck me,” still overwhelmed by the feeling of his fingers pumping inside of you, and desperately trying to rid him of his shorts.

Once they’re gone, thrown away somewhere in the dark room just like yours, he slowly aligns himself with you and he looks up once more, seeking your consent to go further. You nod, smiling at him and his ocean-like eyes. Then, you gently bring your hands to where they are placed on either side of his face, as you pull him into yet another breathtaking kiss. As your lips and tongues intertwine with each other you can feel him slowly push inside of you. A soft and restrained “Fuck,” escapes him as he settles inside of you, feeling your walls tighten around him while he lets you adjust to his size.

“Fuck. Babe. I gotta move.” Adam chokes out against you and you anxiously tell him you’re okay before he starts to slowly thrust deeper inside of you. His hips rhythmically roll against yours and you want to scream for how good it feels to have him like this. All day, hot on the beach, you’ve had to keep your mind from wondering to this place, but now you’re here for real. This isn’t a day dream or even a dream in your sleep. This was reality.

Your strained whimpers underneath him are becoming more and more uncontrollable and as he quickens his pace, thrusting you harder into the mattress, he places one of his large hands on top of your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Can’t have you waking up the whole house now, can we?” He says, smirking above you. You’ve never thought about having sex somewhere you could get caught and you’re not sure if its that or the fact that you’ve been pining over Adam for months that has you crumbling beneath him. Your hands are gripping at anything they can reach, and you’ve ceased to care if you leave marks as your nails rake across his toned back. Adam’s soft grunts and moans are strained and you can tell he’s holding himself back.

You’re both chasing your highs and neither of you know if you’ve ever felt this way with anyone else. Your bodies move together in sync, perfectly matching each other again and again as you feel yourself fluttering around him.

Adam desperately thrusts into you harder and faster as he works you toward your high, and as he reaches his hand back down to your clit you begin to unravel beneath him. Your screams are still muffled by his hand over your mouth as Adam fucks you through your climax.

The dark room is silent, and only your shallow breaths fill the warm air. You’re still staring into Adam’s striking eyes as he slowly removes his hand from your mouth and gently rolls off of your body. The two of you now lay there naked, staring at the ceiling, slowly steadying your breathing in silence.

#this is completely self indulgent #adam lowry #adam lowry fic #adam lowry imagine #hockey fanfic #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction #nhl fanfic #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #winnipeg jets

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morningfears · 4 years ago

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Drag Me Down

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18!

Summary: You and hockey player!Calum have an interesting relationship. Is it flirting? Is it harmless fun? Regardless of what it is, it landed you an ice skating lesson that ends in so much more than a new skill. (Featuring prompts [yes, I’m still writing those] 1 and 3 for @thesubtweeter | Semi-public sex? (I mean, the rink is empty but in an ice rink)

Word Count: 6k

As unusual as it was, even for a Saturday morning, the campus ice rink was empty. It sat devoid of life and silent, save for the sound of your shoes hitting the concrete floor, and you clutched your jacket a little tighter to your body as you felt a chill rush over you. Though you’d only been in the building a handful of times, and only ever on game days, it was cooler than you’d ever felt - something you attributed to the lack of occupants milling about the vast space - and you almost regretted the outfit you’d chosen for your meeting (you weren’t sure that you could call it a date, though you desperately wanted it to be one) with Calum.

You felt slightly self-conscious, dressed in a black skater skirt with a white t-shirt tucked in and a jean jacket a friend had painted for you thrown over top, and wished you’d gone for something more practical - like jeans, maybe a nice sweater - but when you spotted Calum leaning against the railing at the top of the stairs, you didn’t have much time to agonize over your decision. He was dressed comfortably, in a pair of black jeans and the green Empathy hoodie you longed to steal from him, and watched as you crossed the empty space to meet him. It was then, the look he gave you - a slight raise of his eyebrows, a quick swipe of his tongue over his lips, a ghost of a smirk - that made you decide that, no, you didn’t regret your choice at all.

You wouldn’t admit it, not out loud, but if it got Calum to look at you like that, you would gladly put up with any amount of frozen limbs.

You felt a slight charge in the air as you approached him. It was an ever present tension, always there whenever you were around Calum, and it was almost too much for you to handle. The air felt thick with electricity, an underlying current that made your heart begin to beat just a bit faster and the butterflies begin to swirl in the pit of your stomach as goosebumps pricked at your skin. It was instantaneous, the only response to his gaze you seemed to be capable of, and you were both aware of it.

Your head felt muddled with too many thoughts, all of them about Calum, and time seemed to slow as you closed the remaining gap between the two of you. You finally stood close enough to smell his cologne, a scent so heavily associated with Calum that you’d never again be able to smell it without thinking of him, and lost yourself in your proximity.

You hated the effect that he had on you, that he was able to turn you into a lovesick fool with one glance in your direction, because you honestly had no idea where you stood with him. Some days you imagined he liked you as much as you liked him, that he caught a whiff of your perfume and felt his heart pound in his chest and his cheeks heat with a bright pink flush. Others, you wondered if he was just enjoying toying with you because there was no way he could be as interested in you as you were in him.

On those days, the days where your thoughts ran in an unpleasant direction, you reminded yourself that Calum wasn’t like that. Though he was one of your university’s most well-loved hockey players, one of the team’s stars since his freshman season, and a well-loved figure on campus, he was genuinely a good guy. He had a big heart, bursting with love, and would never string you along.

Not when you made it so fucking obvious just how head over heels you were for him.

Although Calum was friends with almost everyone, and at least respected by those he wasn’t friends with, you never imagined that you’d find yourself counted amongst them. You ran in completely different circles, lived completely different lives, but the universe had thrown you together in Chemistry 101 and, well, who were you to question the universe?

You were almost ashamed to admit it but when you first met, on the first day of your chemistry lab, you expected Calum to leave all of the work to you. Although you found him attractive - your friends joked that they’d never seen you stare at anything that wasn’t a textbook that long - you assumed he’d be like everyone else, quickly realizing that you were a stickler for good grades and taking advantage of that. You assumed he’d be another asshole, ashamed to be seen even looking in your direction, however, you were sorely mistaken.

Calum was smart, brilliant, even, and driven. He worked just as hard as you did on lab reports and put in an equal amount of effort every time the pair of you put your heads together to figure out a new set of problems. You divided the out of class activities evenly and met an hour before lab to finishing compiling the work into one cohesive document. He took his studies seriously, just as you did, and you felt guilty for assuming the worst.

What made you feel even worse, though, was that you’d assumed the worst of him as a person, too.

You’d been paired with athletes before, football and basketball and baseball and soccer players, that were all incredibly difficult to deal with. They never spoke to you unless it was to ask for the answers to the online quizzes and you felt certain that Calum was going to be the same. But, to your surprise, he was incredibly easy to get along with.

He was quiet for the first few classes, observing you as you worked and only really commenting on the lab work, but when he figured you out - you later realized that that was what he’d been doing, deciphering you as if you were some sort of puzzle - he threw you for a loop.

Your relationship began with teasing remarks, little jabs here and there about how cute it was to hear the good girl swear when you made a mistake or how much he liked flustering you whenever he sat a little closer than normal, and pet names. You wondered, briefly, if those were just because he’d forgotten your name but that thought was erased when he wrote it at the top of a lab report before tossing it into the pile on the professor’s desk.

He’d been doing it for months and though you couldn’t exactly say you’d gotten used to it - hearing him call you ‘pretty girl’ or tease you for saying ‘fuck’ wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you got used to -, you’d come to expect it. His words still made your heart race and your face heat, especially as he seemed to grow bolder and bolder with each week that passed, but you knew that you’d miss whatever the pair of you had the moment it was gone.

You wanted to believe that he was genuinely flirting with you, that the compliments and pet names meant something, and that he had a genuine interest in you but your insecurities sometimes got the better of you and you wondered if he just enjoyed watching you trip over your own tongue whenever he got particularly bold. He could’ve had anyone, anyone at all, so why would he choose you?

But, as you attempted to ground yourself in the present, you realized that you couldn’t bring yourself to ask that question and risk putting an end to him doting on you. So, whatever it was that linked the pair of you, you resigned yourself to simply settling in for the ride and letting whatever was going to happen, happen.

And spending the day alone with Calum was what was happening.

You liked to believe that ending up in an empty ice rink with Calum was the universe, once again, meddling in your life. You hadn’t planned this, you’d intended to spend your day off on your couch with a bowl of popcorn and a bad movie, but those plans had gone up in smoke (not that you really minded) when you mentioned wanting to learn to ice skate as you and Calum waited for your professor to hand out the week’s lab assignment.

He’d spotted the bruises on your knees from a fall you’d taken at the roller rink, a collision with an overly ambitious teenager, and spent a solid few minutes teasing you - “You sure that’s what happened? Hm. If you say so, pretty girl.” - before accepting your explanation. As your cheeks burned from the insinuation (and the few fantasies that managed to nestle into the darkest gutters of your mind), he’d asked, “Do you just roller skate or can you ice skate?”

When you lamented your inability to ice skate, or inline skate, and expressed a desire to learn, Calum wore the brightest smile you’d ever seen. It was beautiful, truly happy and almost giddy with excitement, and you committed it to memory without even noticing. “Meet me at the rink on Saturday,” he instructed, “I’ll teach you.”

You were rendered speechless, surprised that he wanted to spend time with you out of class, and didn’t register that it wasn’t a question (though you both knew your answer would’ve been yes if it was). You nodded dumbly, too awed to dwell on the fear you held for ice skating, as you watched him take the assignment sheet from your professor. “I’ve got a friend who has some skates you can borrow.” He paused then, his eyes narrowing and his lips curling into a smirk, before he added, “This’ll give you an excuse to hold my hand.”

Though he said it jokingly, you both knew that his words held nothing but truth; you would’ve jumped at the opportunity to touch him - or have him touch you - and here he was, handing it to you without a second thought.

The moment you left lab that day, you were a mess of emotions. You were ecstatic, thrilled to be seeing Calum outside of class, and surprised that he wanted to see more of you. But, beneath your excitement, you were petrified. You always had an out, a solid limit to the amount of time you spent together, and you were worried that with no clock ticking away the minutes, you would do or say something that broke whatever spell Calum had to be under. You were nervous, unsure of what you could talk about and what he was expecting of you. You were also nervous about being on the ice.

You knew that you were going to spend your morning falling on your ass, in front of the man who occupied most of your thoughts, as your balance was shaky even as you stood on solid ground. And this was the first time Calum would be seeing you outside of class and the occasional game. He was used to seeing you dressed down, casual and comfortable for a long day of classes or after work, so you wanted to make a good impression.

The knee high socks you usually reserved for street skating and the heeled boots that you’d only worn a handful of times weren’t exactly practical but practicality was not on the agenda for the day.

The silence between you only lasted for a moment but as your thoughts moved at the speed of light, it seemed to drag on forever. Calum took his time drinking in the sight of you, his eyes lingering on the exposed expanse of thigh, and you tried not to let him see how nervous you really were as you sank your teeth into your bottom lip and waited for him to speak.

“You didn’t have to get so dressed up for me.” His voice held the teasing lilt you loved to hear, an amused tone that told you he took joy in the way your cheeks heated and your eyes dropped from his chest to the floor. “But you look cute, pretty girl. I like the socks.” Your flush deepened as you snuck a look at him from beneath your lashes and caught sight of the smirk that looked like it belonged on his face. After a beat of silence, of waiting for you to retort with something witty - a feat that you had yet to manage, though you desperately wanted to throw him off his game at least once -, he reached into his bag and handed you a pair of skates. “Here. These should fit you.”

He watched, his eyes shining in the bright rink lights, as you studied the pair of strawberry red ice skates - Moxi skates, the same as your roller skates - in your hands. When you grinned, he breathed a quiet laugh before turning and gesturing for you to follow him down the stairs. You trailed behind him, your eyes on his back as he headed for the bench, and only sat beside him when he patted the wood to his left.

He dropped his bag to the floor and pulled out his own skates, the hockey skates he wore with a sturdier boot and blade than the ones you were borrowing, before making quick work of lacing them up. Lacing your skates was the only ability you felt confident in so you worked alongside him, your fingers yanking the beige laces tight around your ankles, and failed to notice his gaze on you as you secured them.

“You could’ve had me on my knees.” When you shot him a bewildered look, your eyes wide and lips parted in confusion, Calum grinned and gestured to your skates. “I was going to be chivalrous and lace up your skates for you but it looks like you don’t need me,” he teased, a laugh leaving his lips as he watched you return to the task at hand and tie your laces in a bow. “But that’s alright. I can still dream of getting you on your knees.”

You bit your lip, cheeks burning as you chose to ignore Calum’s teasing words, and shook your head to clear it as you pressed your feet into the floor to test the fit of your skates. “Lacing skates is the easy part,” you answered with a shrug. “It’s, well, everything else that I’m worried about.”

As he always seemed to do, Calum continued on like nothing out of the ordinary had been said and nodded as he stood from the bench. “I would lie and tell you that I won’t let you fall but you’ve been known to call me on my bullshit, so, I’ll try my best not to let you fall. How’s that?” He offered you his hand, a laugh leaving his lips as you wobbled upon standing, and you did your best to hide the pout you knew was coming.

“Doesn’t really make me hopeful that I won’t be leaving with a sprain of some sort or maybe a sliced off finger,” you mumbled, hands still clasped in his as you tried to find your footing on the mat by the bench, “but I appreciate the honesty. Alright, let’s do this. The faster I fall, the less afraid I’ll be. I think.”

“Oh, well, in that case,” Calum began, his hands loosening their grip on yours as he took a half step back, “I could just let you go on your own, then. You could get a few falls in while I take a few laps and warm up.” He offered a nonchalant shrug, sparing a quick glance out at the ice, but you could tell that he was joking by the look in his eyes when he met your gaze once more and how his grip on your hands loosened but didn’t let go completely.

“Absolutely not.” You tried to sound stern, firm in your insistence that he remain by your side, but the words came out in a laugh as you tightened your hold on him. “If I go down,” you began as you lingered near the entrance to the ice, “I’m taking you with me.”

Calum laughed at your comment and shook his head as he watched you stare out at the ice with a concentrated frown on your lips. That was still fairly new, you were still finding your footing when it came to teasing him back, but it was welcome. He enjoyed it almost - but not quite - as much as making you blush.

He’d asked, as soon as the comments and little jabs started to veer into flirtier territory, if they made you uncomfortable. You’d assured him that they didn’t. When he asked for your permission to keep the comments coming, to keep flirting and teasing, you gave it to him enthusiastically.

You wouldn’t admit it, not out loud and not to Calum, but you loved the feeling his teasing brought you. You loved the burn you felt in your cheeks and the butterflies you felt in the pit of your stomach. You loved the way his shoulders lifted and he smirked after making you look away or lose your train of thought. You loved being left speechless, unable to do anything but giggle or bite your lip, and you knew that Calum loved it, too.

It was the best part of your week, and his, and you were both content with it being nothing more than a bit of fun - for the time being, anyway.

“If you wanted me on top of you, all you had to do was ask. Would’ve been much easier than all of this,” he said, gesturing out at the ice as he sent a teasing wink in your direction. He bit back his laughter as your gaze dropped to your feet and stepped out onto the ice, your hand still firmly in his grasp.

“Who says you’ll wind up on top?” It was said beneath your breath, a huff of words that you didn’t even have time to think about until they were already out of your mouth, but Calum heard you loud and clear. He raised his eyebrows, surprised by your retort, and laughed as he watched your eyes widen and your mouth drop open. “I… that’s not what I, I didn’t mean - fuck.”

“You didn’t mean fuck? Sure sounds like you did.” He knew what you meant, the smirk on his lips told you as much, but he was clearly enjoying watching you attempt to clarify your words. When you opened your mouth once again, only to find yourself unable to speak, he shook his head. “Relax, pretty girl.” His voice was soft, soothing but with an underlying hint of amusement, as he gestured for you to step out onto the ice. “I’m just messing with you. Come on, out on the ice. Don’t go stiff. Try to relax and don’t watch your feet.”

You tried to push the burning embarrassment you felt out of your mind as he pulled you out onto the ice, your hands intertwined as he skated backwards. He remained quiet, his eyes trained on you as you furrowed your brows in concentration and desperately tried to remind yourself not to stare at your feet. You tried to watch him, instead, and tried to copy his footwork but he made it look so effortless.

You struggled to stay standing and you were certain that you were holding Calum’s hands tight enough to cut off the circulation but he didn’t seem to mind. “Keep your knees bent and try to put your weight on the balls of your feet,” he instructed as he watched you attempt to shuffle your feet.

Calum bit back the teasing comments he wanted to make as he watched you attempt to keep your balance. You looked so focused and desperate to get it right that he didn’t want to shake the little bit of confidence you were managing to build. Instead, he said, “You missed the game last night.”

You nodded, slightly distracted as you tried not to lose your balance, and offered an apology. “I was planning on coming but I had to fill in for a coworker. Didn’t figure you’d miss me.” You shot him a smile, glancing at him from beneath your lashes, and he shook his head fondly.

“Can’t help it when the loudest supporter in the building isn’t here,” he teased. You felt your cheeks heat and you dipped your head to return your gaze to the ice as you allowed him to continue pulling you along.

It was no secret that you got into the games. It was almost expected that you and your roommate would be the loudest fans in attendance, ready to yell at any player or official or fan who stepped out of line, and he was right. It would be hard not to miss the pair of you.

“I just get passionate, okay?” You huffed a sigh, pretending to be annoyed by his teasing, but you’d heard from a mutual friend that he loved the support - and hearing you curse when someone hit him a little too hard - so you kept it up. “And, I mean, I need to get my aggression out somewhere.”

“Aggression?” Calum raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing that you were capable of any real aggression - your rants were never truly aggressive, never really angry, and always adorable to him, anyway -, and laughed as he nodded. “Sure. You’re aggressive and I’m the Queen.”

“Nice to meet you, Your Majesty.” Your words dripped with sarcasm but Calum’s face remained impassive as he watched your lips curl into a pout. “No one around here appreciates my sense of humor,” you grumbled, more for the sake of saying something than to actually complain.

“Your sense of humor is comprised of the worst puns known to man, jokes that only you understand, and sarcasm that you explain so you don’t hurt any feelings.” You gaped at him, feigning offense though you knew his description was accurate, and tugged your hands away from his grip.

“Wow. Okay, well, I think that’s my cue to try and skate without you holding my hand, thank you very much.” It was a struggle to keep a straight face, especially when he smirked as you started shaking the moment you let go of his hands, but you tried your hardest as you focused on the ice beneath your feet.

“Have it your way,” he hummed as he skated just far enough away from you to be out of your reach. “This’ll be a good time to teach you how to stand back up.”

“Are my puns really that bad?” You hadn’t moved more than a few inches as you wobbled on your skates. Calum remained close to you, always out of reach but close enough to move in if you really needed him, and laughed at your question.

“Yes. They’re shit. But they’re cute coming from you.” It was high praise coming from him - he gave compliments but they were often shrouded in teasing jabs - so you took it for what it was and grinned at him. However, before you could thank him - and maybe tease him for liking your awful puns - you felt yourself beginning to fall.

“Don’t flail,” he reminded you as he moved closer to reach out and grab your hand and stabilize you. “You’ll break-“ Before he could finish his sentence, your panic took you both down.

True to his prediction, Calum ended up on top of you. He reached out to keep the full impact of his weight off of you and you both groaned as your back - and bare legs - hit the ice while his hands hit beside your head. You were both quiet for a moment, taking in the shock of the impact, before he laughed. “Don’t land on your hands,” he instructed you. “You could break something.”

You barely heard the words that left his lips. You were more focused on the fact that his lips were inches away from your own. He was checking to make sure you hadn’t hit your head, his hand freezing as he grabbed your chin and lifted your head to look him in the eye, but nothing - not even a potential concussion - mattered when you could feel his weight on you.

“You could at least pretend that you’re not enjoying this.” It was a joke, the words laced with the teasing lilt you would never be able to disassociate with Calum, and it was said as he shifted a little closer to you. You held your breath and let your eyes slip shut, waiting for him to lean in and press his lips to yours, but after a moment of silence, you had yet to feel anything.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with sight of Calum smirking at you. “We should get up. Don’t want you to freeze.” It took everything you had not to scream in frustration as he pushed himself to his feet and steadied himself before reaching out to help you up.

Calum didn’t hesitate to laugh at the pout on your lips when you finally managed to get back on your feet. You weren’t happy with him, clearly, but he loved seeing you squirm as you shied away from his gaze. He wanted to leave you in suspense, to make you wait until the very end of the lesson, but you’d suffered enough. He knew that your legs were going to be bruised - just as your ego already was - so he gave in. “Come here, pretty girl,” he laughed, using his hold on your hand to pull you a little closer to him.

You kept your hopes to a minimum, half-convinced he was teasing you yet again, but to your pleasant surprise, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. It was a quick kiss, a barely there press of his lips against yours, but it was enough to send your heart rate skyrocketing and set your blood on fire. Your skin burned where his fingers touched and you found yourself warm for the first time since you stepped foot into the rink.

All too soon, the kiss was over. Calum pulled away from you and grinned at the way you blinked away the stars you’d seen. He gave you a moment to compose yourself before he released his hold on your hands and began skating away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Your voice had a whining tinge to it, more desperate for his touch than you would like to admit, and you couldn’t seem to stop the words that were spilling past your lips. “We were in the middle of something!”

“You catch me, you get another kiss. You came for a skating lesson, didn’t you?”

You both knew that you wouldn’t have said yes solely for the ice skating lesson and you both knew that you wouldn’t have worn the outfit you did without reason but it wouldn’t be Calum if he gave you what you wanted without getting something in return. So, you nodded.

Your pout slowly faded as you attempted to follow Calum around the rink. He never strayed too far from you, just far enough that you couldn’t reach out and touch him, and made conversation as you grew more confident on your skates. The pair of you talked about school and music, about movies and plans for your holidays. You asked about his friends and him about yours. It was casual, the easiest conversation you’d had in years, and you didn’t want it to end.

However, you finally saw an opening and decided that you’d rather return to the conversation later than miss your opportunity to kiss Calum again.

He’d been consistent in his speed, moving slow enough to remain near you but fast enough to put distance between you, but found himself slowing as he got lost in the conversation. It took you longer than you would’ve liked to notice how close he was but when you finally did, you grinned and moved in to grab his hand.

“I caught you!”

Calum glanced down at your hand in his and smirked, shaking his head when he realized that you had, in fact, caught him. “Well, I’m a man of my word.”

Just as he had done earlier, Calum brought his hand to cup your cheek and leaned in to press his lips to yours. This time, you were prepared. You pressed closer to him, desperately wishing you could feel his body heat, and lost yourself in his embrace. As your hands moved to tangle in his hair, his hands moved to grip your hips. He pulled you closer to him, pressing you tight against his body, and deepened the kiss.

You would’ve been content to remain there forever, desperate for a breath of fresh air but unwilling to take it as that would mean parting from Calum, but he knew that would be a disaster waiting to happen. It was hard enough to keep you both balanced, he didn’t think he could manage with even more of a distraction. So, he pulled away from the kiss and grabbed your hand.

Calum pulled you across the ice without a word, his hand warm in your own. You wanted to ask what he was doing but found yourself unable to speak. You felt tongue tied and fuzzy headed so you relinquished your control to him. When you made it back to the bench, Calum took a seat and pulled you down onto his lap. He immediately returned his lips to yours as his hands slipped beneath your jacket.

You sat there for what felt like a lifetime, your hands tangled in his hair as his moved from your waist to brush the tops of your thighs just beneath your skirt. You were content to remain there, just kissing him, but Calum had other plans.

Calum lifted you from his lap and gestured toward your skates. It took a moment for you to realize what he meant but when you saw him untying his own, you followed his lead. You made quick work of unlacing your skates and returning to cover to the blades before passing them to Calum. He shoved them into his bag, alongside his own, before he stood from the bench and slung it over his shoulder. He reached out a hand to you and guided you through the rink to the locker room.

It wasn’t ideal, and definitely not what you imagined your first time sleeping with Calum would be like, but you didn’t really have it in you to care as he dropped his bag onto the ground and crowded you against a set of lockers.

You didn’t care if you were technically in a public space where anyone could interrupt. You didn’t care that your body ached from your fall earlier. You didn’t care that the metal of the lockers dug into your skin.

The only thing that mattered was the feeling of Calum’s lips on yours, his hands on your skin, his body pressed against yours. You couldn’t focus on anything in particular, not when the feeling of Calum was so overwhelming, so you stopped trying to make sense of anything that was happening and just let yourself enjoy it.

You tugged at his curls as his hands dipped a little higher beneath your skirt. “This okay?” he asked, his voice muffled against the column of your throat. When you breathed your consent, he hummed against your skin and let his fingers explore the expanse of your inner thighs before his thumb brushed your slit over your panties.

“‘M glad you wore a skirt,” he confided, his voice quiet as he pulled away just enough to get a look at your face. “Makes this easier.”

“Glad I didn’t wear shorts under it,” you agreed, voice breathy and high as you gripped Calum’s biceps when his fingers nudged your panties to the side.

Calum didn’t bother to retort as he teasingly dragged his fingers along your slit. You took the time to return his kisses, pressing your lips to his neck and nipping at his warm skin. You felt like this was a dream and hoped desperately that you wouldn’t wake up anytime soon.

Calum took his time teasing you, brushing his thumb over your clit and rubbing barely there circles before moving away. You weren’t surprised, it was just like him to tease you even as you were willingly giving him whatever he wanted, but you were frustrated as you begged him for something more.

He pressed his lips to yours to silence your begging - and the moan that he knew was inevitable - before he slipped a finger into your heat. He took his time, far longer than he should have given your location, working you open. You were grateful for his kiss as it kept you from making far too much noise as he worked his way to two fingers and began circling your clit with his thumb.

“Are you sure you want this?” He wanted to be sure, certain that you really wanted him, because no amount of flirting and teasing equaled consent.

“Yes, Cal. Please.” Your words came out as a whine, your lips parted as your hands desperately clung to his biceps. He nodded, glad that you were so enthusiastic, before he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled away to grab a condom from his bag.

It only took a moment for him to slip inside you. Once he bottomed out, he stilled for a long moment to allow you both time to adjust. When you started shifting, desperate to feel him, he began to move. It felt like hours passed, feeling Calum fill you in the best way, but you had no way of telling how much time passed as you felt yourself barreling closer and closer to your end. With his thumb on your clit and his lips on your neck, you found yourself unable to do anything but breathe his name.

Your orgasm hit you harder than any other ever had. You imagined it was the build up, the months of verbal foreplay that made the reality that much sweeter, and swore you saw stars as you cried his name. He followed after, his hips stilling against yours as he rode out his own pleasure, and he remained still against you as you both worked to catch your breath.

“That’s definitely not how I expected to spend my Saturday,” you informed him, your voice breathless as he pulled away from you and helped you steady yourself on legs that felt like jelly.

“If telling yourself that helps you sleep at night…” Calum tossed you a wink, his cheeks flushed from the exertion and his hair slightly damp with sweat. “But I don’t hear any complaints.”

“Shut up,” you huffed, biting back laughter as you adjusted your clothes. “No complaints, other than how sore I’m going to be tomorrow. Don’t know if you know this, but ice is really fucking hard and leaves a bruise when you fall on it.”

“Seriously? I had no idea. Come on,” Calum nodded toward the exit, his arm moving to wrap around your shoulders as his other held his bag. “There’s a diner near here.”

“Isn’t this a little backward? Sex and then a date?”

“Who said anything about a date?”

When you fixed him with a look, your eyes conveying the panic you felt in that moment, Calum grinned. “We’re not doing anything out of order. What do you call the skating lesson? Give me a little credit, pretty girl.”

“You’re gonna give me a heart attack, Cal,” you huffed, your arms folding over your chest as you let him lead you out of the building.

“Get out of your head and live in the moment. Be aggressive.”

You huffed again, your cheeks heating with embarrassment as you reached out to playfully whack his stomach. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“You have no idea, pretty girl.”

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Author’s Note: .....this got way long. Anyway. I had an idea and ran with it. I really want to go ice skating, my dudes. And hockey!Cal just....does something to me. Also the inspo for this. Oof. I’m sorry.

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begging for more - roman ahcan

to the anon who asked for this to get reposted - i forgot this needs a slight nsfw warning hahah. i hope you guys like it (again)! let me know if you do!

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“Tie or no tie?” Roman asks as he steps out of the bathroom, fixing his collar.

You glance up from your phone and stare for a moment, forgetting that he’d planned to wear your favorite suit that night. The dark blue material with the brown belt and white shirt has you wanting to skip the banquet altogether, but you know he has to be there.

You stand and walk over to him, helping him get his collar in the right place, “I like it without one. I think I could be biased on that though.”

Roman laughs a little and leans down to kiss you, “I knew it wouldn’t take long for a comment on this suit. You better be careful tonight.”

He throws you a wink and heads back to the bathroom to finish getting ready, leaving you to wait impatiently for him.

“Uber’s here, Ro. Let’s go,” you yell, grabbing your things.

He comes out quickly, slipping his shoes on and grabbing his wallet from his dresser. He grabs your hand and heads for the door but stops before opening it. He looks back at you and smiles suddenly.

“I didn’t tell you how pretty you look yet,” he says, leaning down to kiss you quickly, “you look amazing.”

You blush and squeeze his hand, “thank you, Ro. You look good, too.”

The ride to the athletics hall is short, but you weren’t risking walking across campus during the winter in heels. Roman doesn’t argue the logic and goes along easily, making sure you get into the building safely.

There’s people everywhere right from the beginning and you stick close to Roman until he finds his teammates. You can relax around them, which is nice, and Roman knows that too. He mentions he needs to go talk to someone quickly, leaving you with the boys.

It was so loud in the banquet center and dinner was still almost an hour away. There’s people from all different sports teams in the room and you need to take a quick breather. You lean over and put a hand on Max’s arm, asking if he’ll let Roman know you’d stepped away for just a second. He agrees and goes back to his conversation with Brock and Tarek as you slip away.

You step out and roam down a couple halls, realizing you didn’t really know where you were going. You stumble upon old team pictures and somehow find the hockey team.

You’re looking at the framed roster photo from the year before with all the boys lined up in their uniforms. You can’t help but smile when you find your boy, eventually looking at the rest of them. You hear footsteps behind you and glance back, seeing Roman walking up slowly towards you.

“There you are,” he smirks, pressing against your back. He leans in to leave a kiss on your shoulder as his arms wind around your waist. You look back at the roster and go to say something when his hand slides up around your neck, “should we try something new tonight? I’ve seen the way you keep looking at me and it’s not making this night any shorter.”

You bite your lip, trying to figure out if he’s being serious or not. Of course you want to try it. You’d wanted to try it ever since you saw the video of him grabbing Mike at their team dinner. You had been too shy to ask though and so you let the thought fade. Until now.

Now when you’re in a hallway where any athlete could stumble upon the way Roman is holding you and has you so completely flustered that you’re grabbing his hand that’s still tight around your waist to try and keep yourself from getting too worked up.

“Please,” you whisper, not able to muster out any other reply.

Roman’s thumb presses down hard enough to feel your pulse that’s hammering beneath the skin and you can’t help but gasp when he does it. You push back against him and he lets out a low grunt.

“So that’s a yes then? I didn’t know you wanted it so bad, baby. Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, kissing your cheek softly. It’s a sharp contrast to the feeling of his rough fingers on your neck.

You can feel how hot your cheeks are and can only imagine what they look like, what this whole scenario must look like. You didn’t expect to have such a quick reaction to his hand around your throat, but you did and you’re trying to get your mouth to say even one coherent thought.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d want to,” you manage to say, turning to look at Roman. His cheeks are rosy and he’s staring hard, evaluating your expression as his fingers tighten gently before loosening up.

“You trust me, right?”

You nod immediately, because of course you did. Roman lets go and turns you towards him, his hands resting on your hips now.

“If you’re good the rest of the night we’ll go back and try it. I have the room to myself tonight, guaranteed,” he says, a cocky smile taking over his features.

Your knees practically give out from the way he’s looking at you. You find yourself pulling him down for a kiss, grabbing the lapels of his suit coat. He presses you back into the wall, slipping one leg between yours. He lets you catch a little friction before pulling away and earning a quiet whine from you.

“I said you have to be good, baby,” he says, his voice already teasing.

You look up at him with a pout because if his hand on your neck hadn’t been bad enough that small amount of friction had sent you over the edge of wanting to skip the banquet.

“I’ll be good. I promise,” you says, nodding at him.

He kisses your forehead before taking your hand and heading back to the event. There’s just as many people as when you left, if not more, but the noises seem more fuzzy now as you focus on Roman. He pulls your chair out for you at the table before sitting down next to you.

You smile over at Dom sitting on your left as he says hello to the both of you. You’re about to say it back when you feel Roman’s hand on the back of your neck. You shiver immediately and Dom laughs at it. Of course he noticed, but you don’t think he fully understands.

Roman’s hand squeezes a little, but he innocently asks, “are you cold? Do you want my coat?”

You nod, trying to cover up the real reason you’d had such a reaction to Roman’s seemingly innocent touch. He slips his arms out of his suit coat and puts it over your shoulders, successfully making you even warmer than you were. His hand falls back onto your neck as he faces you and starts a conversation with Dom. You sit between the two, looking straight ahead and trying to keep your cool.

He glances at you every few seconds, his hand squeezing gently when he does. Every time he does it you press your legs together and try to keep your expression even. Dom either doesn’t realize or doesn’t say anything, luckily, but you’re sure someone must notice.

“Ro, how much longer?” You ask quietly after what feels like forever.

He frowns and checks the time on his phone, “we still have almost two hours technically.”

Your jaw drops, but you shouldn’t be surprised. You knew there were awards to go through and speeches to listen to. Roman raises his eyebrows and gives you a look that you know all too well. ‘You have to be good’ rings in your mind, his words tumbling over and over in your head. You nod, giving him a little smile then.

He’s slightly confused by the quick change in your demeanor, but he lets it roll off him and kisses your cheek. You cross your leg over the other, scooting your chair as close to Roman’s as you can and reaching for his hand that’s on your neck.

You set it on your thigh and Roman quickly grabs on, his thumb rubbing back and forth without even thinking. You wouldn’t survive with his hand on your neck so you had to distract him with something he was used to. He always ended up with his hand on your thigh when he drove so you figured autopilot would save you during the banquet.

The event starts to kick off and coaches, administrators, and players all get called to the stage. It’s fine for a bit and you think your tactic was successful, but then Roman leans over suddenly during some football player’s speech.

“So do you want me from behind or do you want to look at me when I wrap my hand around that pretty little neck tonight?” He asks quietly, his lips pressed against your ear.

Your breath catches in your throat and your eyes widen a little. You glance over at your boyfriend who looks far too proud of the reaction he just drew from you. You clear your throat, subtly shaking your head at him.

“Stop,” you whisper, but you can see the spark in his eye now. It’s a game to him and you know you’ll lose.

He lets you sit for a few more minutes, another coach stepping up to the stage. You try and pay attention but Roman slowly slides his hand up a little higher on your thigh, rotating his grip more to the inside of your thigh. You bite your lip but won’t look at him.

“Hey,” he leans over once again, “what about in the bathroom? Then you can watch it happen in the mirror.”

“Jesus Christ, are you serious right now?” You whisper harshly, your head whipping over to look at him.

He shrugs, turning his attention back to the stage but his hand tightens on your thigh. You grab his forearm, squeezing your eyes shut. He shouldn’t have this much of an influence when he’s just sitting next to you, but he does, and he knows it. You tug his suit coat a little tighter around your shoulders, trying to hide in it as much as possible.

The comments continue every once in a while from him for the entirety of the event. You’re all but squirming by the time things wrap up and Roman is just as ready to leave. You hand his coat back and he slips it on, standing still while you fix his collar quickly. You’re ready to grab his hand and rush out when Max steps over.

“Think we’re gonna go grab a quick drink at KK before we call it a night. You two in?” Max asks, smiling at you both.

He has no clue that Roman’s been ramping things up all night and teasing you endlessly. You’re about to say no, and you can feel Roman’s hand land on your hip and tug you into his side. You get an idea suddenly and look at Max with a smile.

“We’d love to.”

“What?” Roman says quickly, looking down at you like had spoke a different language.

“Why not?” You ask, turning your attention to him, “we didn’t have plans tonight, right?”

You can see his jaw tighten as he gives you a fake smile. You hear him agree, but your mind is already wandering. He’d be even more worked up by the time you got home now and you were glad Max had extended the invite.

Roman reluctantly calls an Uber to get to the bar, piling in with you, Max, and Brock. The ride over is short but Roman’s eyes are locked on you, making you feel hot all over. You knew you were pushing your luck for that night but you were having too much fun to stop now. You didn’t want to lose the game just yet.

The bar has plenty of people in it when you all get there, most of them coming over from the banquet, and you easily find the other boys. You see Ryder and an idea forms in your head quickly. You knew he’d play along if you asked.

You step away from Roman, saying hi to everyone, but pulling Ryder down for a hug when you get to him. He laughs a little and you take the chance to ask him for a favor.

“Will you help me make Roman a little fired up tonight? I just need to ruffle his feathers a bit before we leave,” you ask, pulling back and seeing Ryder glance over your shoulder.

He smiles and nods, “he already doesn’t seem happy about this so it should be easy. I’m in.”

You laugh and let you hand rest on Ryder’s chest, looking up at him. He leaves his arm low around your waist as you turn to talk to Mike standing next to him. Ryder’s arm slides and he leaves a hand on the small of your back, glancing over at Roman.

“He’s gonna kill me. You know that, right?” Ryder asks, leaning closer so you can hear him better.

Mike overhears and looks at his teammate that’s glaring in your direction, “Ahcan is not a dude I ever want to piss off. Just saying.”

You look from Ryder over to your boyfriend and see the way his jaw is set. He’s not having fun with this game and you waver.

“Okay, call it off. I don’t want to do this to him anymore,” you shake your head, giving Mike a hug before you walk away to make the whole thing look more innocent.

You duck your head as you walk back towards Roman, sure that he was going to have an attitude about the stunt you’d just tried to pull. He holds out a beer for you instead, a smirk on his lips that makes you wonder what was going on in his head.

“Baby,” he mumbles, pulling you close once you take the bottle from him, “I knew you were trying to play games, but let’s be honest here. None of those little boys over there could handle you like I do. None of them could make you beg like I do. And they certainly won’t choke you like I know you want me to.”

You lean hard into him, your heart beating wildly against your chest. You swear he always knows exactly what you’re thinking and you’d be lying if you pretended he wasn’t right on the money yet again.

“I’m sorry, Ro. I know you know me best,” you pout, looking up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you can manage.

He swears a little under his breath before he leans down to kiss you hard, his fingers digging into your hip and making you press against him even more if it were even possible. His teeth tug on your bottom lip as he pulls back and you can’t hold in the moan that leaves your mouth.

Max happens to be right next to both of you when it happens and his jaw drops at the noise. You immediately bury your face in Roman’s chest but you can hear him as he speaks up.

“Guess I’m staying with Mersch tonight, holy shit.”

Roman chuckles and kisses your head, thanking Max for his quick decision. You look up at Roman finally and realize he’s talking with the boys, no one worrying about the obscenity you’d released a moment before.

You let out a sigh and spin around, leaning back against Roman and working to finish your beer. You knew it was a one and done kind of night, so the sooner you finished yours, the sooner you could leave.

The cold liquid goes down easily and you find yourself setting it on a nearby table before grabbing both of Roman’s lapels, waiting for him to look down at you. Once he finally does you tug him lower and lean towards his ear.

“Please take me home now. I really need you,” you say, feeling the effects of the quick beer you’d all but slammed and the desire he’d built up all night.

Roman stands up straight and nods, waving at the boys over your shoulder. He’s quick to request the Uber and even quicker in getting you out to the curb. The ride back to his apartment is a blur and your excitement is through the roof, causing you to practically buzz in anticipation. You can’t help but fidget occasionally, stealing glances at Roman and giggling when he’d return eye contact.

You both stumble into the apartment, both in a hurry to get things started. You trail towards his room, clothes being left behind you down the hall as your patience finally disappears. Roman’s quick to get you onto the bed, hardly having to do any prep work.

He slides a condom on quickly and presses in almost too fast, making you gasp and yell his name for the first time that night. Your fingers dig into his sides as he starts to thrust in, dragging back out slowly each time. The pace is killing you and you beg him to hurry.

“Roman, please go faster. I need more,” you whine, trying to pull him closer to you.

He listens for the moment, his hips snapping at a faster pace, driving you up the wall. You can feel the build and you’re sure you won’t last long, mumbling to Roman that you were getting close already.

He slows down suddenly and leans up, one hand fully supporting his weight as the other slowly wraps around your neck.

“Look at me,” he says seriously, “if you get overwhelmed I need you to tap my arm three times and I’ll let go.”

You swallow hard and he can feel it, the smirk on his lips widening. He starts to tighten his grip as his hips move faster again, maintaining eye contact that’s almost too intense. You don’t notice much at first but he hits a certain point and you can feel the restriction then.

You grab his wrist, but not to pull him off. You give him a little smile to let him know it was good and he tightens his hand just slightly more. You can feel how close you are then and he must know because his thrusts falter for a second.

Before you know it you’re tumbling over the edge, trying to say his name but barely any noise comes out. As you tighten around him he swears and lets your throat loose, finishing hard and leaning his forehead down on your collarbone.

You both catch your breath, your fingers carding through his damp hair as he leaves a couple soft kisses on your chest. You laugh a little and Roman props himself on his elbows, smiling down at you.

“What are you laughing about, pretty?”

You lean in and kiss him quickly, “I can’t believe I waited to tell you to try that. It was so good.”

He agrees, finally moving to stand up and detangle himself from you. He suggests a shower that you agree to easily, asking him to carry you into the bathroom. You weren’t trusting your legs just yet. He’s gentle throughout, helping you wash your hair and even rubbing your shoulders a bit.

It’s such a contrast to the feeling of his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck and you revel in it. When you’re finished he gets his biggest towel and wraps you up in it, kissing your forehead as he slings a towel low around his own waist.

You wander out to his bedroom, picking up the button down he’d worn earlier and replacing your towel with that, inhaling the smell of his cologne you loved so much. You return to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed and find Roman brushing his teeth.

You groan, “seriously, gray sweatpants after all that? are you trying to kill me?”

He rinses his toothbrush and wipes his mouth off before stepping over to you and kissing your cheek, “I figured you might like them.”

You shoo him from the bathroom and get your own business done. You find him half asleep in bed by the time you’re finished and slide under the covers carefully. He’s quick to pull you closer, nuzzling into the crook of your neck like he loved to do at night.

“Was that good tonight?” He asks, his words slurring a little from how tired he is.

You kiss his head, playing with his hair gently, “sure was. I think we may have to try it again.”

“Deal. Just don’t try and flirt with the freshmen before. If you ask, you can have whatever you want.”

You blush and give a quiet ‘okay’, feeling called out. He knew you too well for you to try and play games like that. Roman’s breathing starts to level out and you find yourself wondering what else he might want to try next. You definitely had a couple questions ready for him the next morning.

#roman ahcan #wisconsin hockey #mine #my writing #hockey fic #hockey writing #college hockey fic

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Slides and Serendipity

Part One (4.7 k)

AN: Here it is!!! (At least the beginning of it). Quarantine has finally given me the time to write something that I’ve wanted to for a while. I want to start off by saying that English is not my first language so I want to say sorry for any mistakes in advance. I have decided against using Y/N (so sorry) because it’s going to be long and I need the character to be developed so I might as well name her. There’s also some smut planned but I’ll put a warning when we’ve reached that point. Feedback is always appreciated and with that said, let’s get down to business.

Warnings: language

It was a beautiful day and the Dallas sun was truly living up to its reputation, beating down at everyone spending their time at the dog park. I had brought along a blanket and watched Yogi run circles around the trees to my left. Even with my light summer dress I was feeling the heat and just as I was considering moving to the shade something bright jumped on my blanket before zooming off.

I hadn’t even fully registered what was happening when a guy literally jumped over me, chasing after what I now recognized as a Labrador.

“Gerry stop that! Drop it right now!”, he was yelling but the dog didn’t listen at all. This caught Yogi’s attention who was now all over the place trying to figure out what caused the commotion surrounding his mom.

It was only then that I realized that one of my slides was missing. I’d taken them off half an hour ago so I could lie down and properly relax in the sun. I cursed before springing to my feet and following the dude that was still chasing his dog around the park, Yogi at my heels. When I finally caught up to him, I couldn’t hold back and said: “You know if you keep chasing him he’s only going to keep running away because he thinks it’s a game.”

He finally stopped running to turn around and for the first time I got a good look at him. I barely reached up to his shoulders, tiny next to his muscular build and even though he hid his eyes behind sunglasses, I couldn’t help the feeling of recognition that surged me. I knew I had seen him somewhere before, but my mind hadn’t caught up yet.

The lab had now dropped my shoe several feet from where we were now standing and looked up to his owner expectantly.

“What would you propose then?”, he asked while looking down at me with raised eyebrows. For a second I considered sending Yogi after my slide but I wasn’t entirely sure that he’d get the command right and would instead start chasing the lab. Then I remembered his treats in my small cooler.

“Give me a sec, I might have something that could help.”

I had made some dog ice cream last week and after commanding Yogi to stay put I jogged over to my spot and pulled out a baggie with a self-made ice cream sandwich that I had brought to cool my dog off after spending the day in the sun.

“I try to get him over here with this and you go and grab my slide. Don’t worry this is dog-friendly”, I assured him before taking the sandwich and crouching down. Yogi whined when I didn’t give the treat to him but stayed put, even at four months old he was very disciplined.

“His name is Gerry”, the guy next to me explained and I started to call for the dog, cooing for him to come over. After a few seconds he finally realized that I had food in my hands and happily abandoned my slide for the deliciousness that I was offering. Not soon after my hand was covered in slobber and the ice cream sandwich was gone.

“He got your shoe good, I’m so so sorry this happened. I don’t know what’s going on with him today”, the guy apologized before holding out my now ruined slide. He had managed to chew the side in a way that made the top come off at one side. I sighed at the loss of one of my most comfortable pairs of shoes.

“Ugh, this is what you get for wearing Givenchy to the dog park, I should’ve known better”, I responded defeated but I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. The situation was so absurd.

The guy started laughing as well and extended his hand to me to introduce himself.

“These aren’t the best circumstances to meet but I’m Tyler and this is Gerry as you know already, only usually his behavior is at least a little better, I swear. He hasn’t chewed on shoes in months.”

The name was the last piece that I needed to place him and I shook his hand, knowing full well who was standing across from me.

“I’m Olivia and don’t beat yourself up about it, at least your dog has enough taste to go for designer. This is Yogi by the way”, I mentioned to my dog that was now excitedly sniffing Gerry. At least Yogi had taste as well because if he had to make new doggy friends, they might as well belong to famous hockey players.

“They seem to be getting along rather well”, Tyler laughed at the way our dogs were now circling each other before chasing each other around the park. I came here to tire Yogi out so there was no way I was interrupting his play time now. I contemplated for a second before inviting Tyler to sit with me. We moved my blanket over to the shade before sitting down next to each other. I offered him a drink out of the cooler.

“You certainly came prepared”, Tyler commented with a smile before gulping down large sips of the cool water. Relying on my shades to keep me covered I openly ogled the way he swallowed, which was hotter than one might think. I never would have thought that my day would look like this but I certainly wasn’t complaining with that view.

“Yeah Yogi has a lot of energy so I was planning on letting him run around until he was tired and knowing him that can take hours”, I laughed lightly, watching him run away from Gerry at full speed, the poor lab had no chance.

“What kind of dog is it? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like him before.”

“I actually don’t know 100%. I found him with the rest of his litter abandoned when I was on vacation in Greece. From the coloring of his siblings we know that one of his parents had to have been a Husky and my guess is some kind of Shepherd-Collie mix for the other one but I don’t know for sure. He’s the only one with a white coat and I knew I had to take him with me”, I explained and leaned back onto my elbows, enjoying the few rays of sunshine that hit my face through the trees.

“Aw. I think it’s great that you rescued him. Did his siblings find new homes as well?”

It was sweet that Tyler was showing such an interest in Yogi and soon after we were trying to trump each other with stupid dog stories.

“One time I was walking into an arena when I saw a super cute dog and, me being me, I stopped to pet him when the little shit jumps up and bites my ass in front of everyone there. It was so embarrassing”, he relayed and at this point I was wiping away tears from laughing so hard.

“Okay you win I give up. I can’t possibly top getting humiliated in front of fans”, I responded, only realizing afterwards that I’d given away the fact that I knew who he was.

“So you know who I am”, Tyler simply stated and I nodded my head.

“I may have only moved to Dallas last week but even I can’t escape the obsession with hockey. I lived in Denver before and I’ve even seen you on the ice a couple of times, but at first I thought you were some football player though.”

“Why football?”, it was now his time to laugh.

“I don’t know. I recognized you from somewhere and your build told me you must be an athlete. Even with you towering over me you’re not super tall or lanky enough so basketball was out, I literally don’t know any American soccer teams or Baseball players and I forgot about ice hockey so that only left football, although I don’t really follow football.”

“I’m just going to ignore the fact that you forgot hockey because the more important question is: Do you follow ice hockey?”

“I’m slowly starting to understand the obsession with it”, I responded, knowing full well that my statement could be interpreted as me flirting, even though I was actually talking about the speed of the games that I sometimes missed in other sports. Partly at least.

Tyler beamed back at me and pushed his hand through his hair, a move I had come to cherish. Before he could say anything else though, Gerry came bouncing over with Yogi in tow, dropping a stick in front of our feet, both looking expectantly at us. Tyler got up first and then extended his hand to pull me up beside him.

“Do you want to do the honors?”, Tyler asked and held out the slobbery stick to me. We took turns throwing it as far away as we could and it was no surprise that his throws were way longer than mine. At some point we’d finally managed to tire the dogs out so we laid back on the blanket, the dogs resting at our feet and sipping some water from the bowl that I had brought.

Tyler and I continued our conversation, soon talking about more personal things than hockey.

“I gave myself four weeks to adjust before starting to work again and I’m really glad I still have almost three of them left to explore the city. I’ve been outside every day just walking around and Yogi has been loving it. We haven’t hit any of the sights though because I wanted him to adjust first”, I explained and pushed up my shades to properly look him in the eyes as he’d done the same minutes ago.

“I can show you around if you want. I mean I’ve lived here for quite a bit and I know all of the best doggy friendly places and if you want to do something without them I know some great spots as well.”

I was surprised at his offer, an international superstar athlete being my guide around the city was something I would’ve never seen coming. Nevertheless, it was a great opportunity because even though I knew some people in the area from college I still wanted to make new friends.

We exchanged phone numbers and seeing as he was off for a bit as well we decided to go hiking together tomorrow.

“Is it okay if I bring Gerry’s brothers as well?”, Tyler asked me as I was folding my blanket.

“He has brothers?”, I asked in surprise because I may have recognized him, but didn’t actually know that much about his personal life besides the stuff that he’d told me.

“Well they’re not actually brothers, but I have three labs in total. Cash and Marshall were just too tired to come with me today. They’re probably wondering where we are though, I was only planning to be gone for like an hour or so”, he added sheepishly, again sliding his hand through his hair before rubbing his neck.

I had ignored my phone for most of the day, but a quick look told me that we had spent four hours talking on that blanket. I hadn’t even noticed how far the sun had travelled across the blue sky until now. Before I could apologize for keeping him he waved me off as if reading my thoughts.

“Don’t worry, I had a great time though”, he assures me with a big smile. A smile that I had come to appreciate over the course of the afternoon. I looked down smiling and it was only then that I realized that there was no way that I could walk back in my ruined shoes, knowing full-well that the hot pavement would burn my bare feet.

Tyler looked down with me and quickly understood my dilemma.

“Don’t worry, I can give you a lift home, it’s the least I could do. I am somehow responsible for this after all”, he laughed and I smiled at him. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d smiled and laughed this much in one day.

We leashed the dogs again and made our way over to where he’d parked his car. As soon as the grass gave way to burning hot concrete he motioned for me to jump on his back.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you walk on this, trust me I know from experience”, he pleaded and crouched even farther down after handing me Garry’s leash as well. I swung my cooler over my back, grabbed both leashes in one hand and hopped on, quickly wrapping my legs around his torso. He straightened up and wrapped his hands around my thighs for stability. For a second the feel of his big hands on my naked thighs was clouding my thoughts. To my defense, with the move and everything it had been a while since I was last touched like this by a guy.

Tyler didn’t seem to notice anything and kept up our conversation all the way to his car. I raised my eyebrows at the black G wagon.

“You know you’re gonna get fur all over those seats, right?”, I asked skeptically because I know full well that this was not a cheap car. Tyler just laughed and opened the door on the back, exposing his trunk that was covered in blankets.

“It’s fine, my dogs sit back here all the time and the blankets make it easy to clean.”

After putting everything and everyone away we hopped in the car and Tyler asked me to type in my address.

“You’re shitting me, right?”, he exclaimed and seeing my confused look he went on to explain “That’s like two streets over from where I live”

I couldn’t believe the coincidence, this was too much, right?

I woke up early next morning, the sun streaming through the big windows in my bedroom and hitting me square in the face. The layout of the house made it possible to watch both sunrises and sunsets from my bed but even with me being a morning person, sunrises were a rare sight.

Yogi started wagging his tail as soon as he saw me and I wasted no time in letting him out into the backyard. The size of the well-kept area was one of the reasons I had bought this house weeks ago and with some furniture changes and other small adjustments I’d truly made this place my new home, loving the way it turned out.

I looked at my phone to see a text from Tyler, still not 100% convinced that yesterday actually happened.

Tyler: Pick you up at 11? Gotta finish my workout first

We had decided that he’d drive again because I knew that there was no way I could fit four dogs into my new car. Even with the G wagon it would be a tight fit.

Me: Sounds perfect. I’m bringing some snacks so do you want me to make some for you too?

The sound of my mixer tuned out the notifications, so it wasn’t until after I’d poured myself my smoothie that I saw his next message, even though he’d only taken seconds to respond.

Tyler: Sounds amazing as long as there’s no olives involved

Me: Olives aren’t a good hiking snack and besides they’re absolutely disgusting

This time it took him a bit longer to reply so by the time my phone pinged I had already finished cutting apples and bananas into my porridge.

Tyler: That sentence just made you 10x more attractive than you already are but I gotta go now, see you later

After my comment about starting to understand the appeal of hockey our conversation had never really lost the flirty undertone, so this wasn’t totally out of place but nevertheless it was unexpected.

With a smile I grabbed my breakfast and sat down on the patio furniture, enjoying the sun and laughing as Yogi chased a butterfly across the yard. I snapped some pictures for social media and my friends and found myself missing my Denver girls all of a sudden. I needed to find new friends here asap.

After some cleaning to waste time I found myself in my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. Even with August coming to an end, Dallas was still very hot and I still hadn’t gotten used to the subtropical climate here. There was no way I’d make it through the day in anything that covered my arms or legs. I finally decided on some running shorts and a light top over a sports bra, praying that the airy materials would help with the heat. To avoid a sunstroke I put on a matching baseball cap, pulled my ponytail through the hole and messed up some strands for that ‘effortless’ look, that was never truly effortless.

Yogi was still in the background by the time I made my way downstairs again, this time heading back to the kitchen. The big kitchen was another reason to buy this house, as I loved to cook and knew my way around the stove. Cutting lemons and cucumber for the water I put two bottles into a backpack and then moved on to cut carrots in sticks and the stuff I needed for sandwiches.

I had just finished stuffing everything into the backpack when my doorbell rang. Yogi started barking of course, a habit I hadn’t gotten him to drop yet, and followed me to the door. Tyler was casually leaning against my entrance and smiled as soon as I opened the door. I let Yogi sniff him, finally deeming him to be safe before reaching out and hugging him. His arms around me were gone too soon though as he bent down to greet his new friend. I grabbed a harness and a leash and followed Tyler to his car.

“I hope it’s okay that I’m gonna put Yogi in the trunk with Gerry. It’s not that I don’t trust him to sit on the backseat with Cash or Marshall, in fact he’s probably already raised better than any of them but I just thought…”

“Tyler it’s fine, it’s your car anyway and besides Gerry and Yogi already know each other”, I interrupted his rambling and waved him off. He opened the backdoor and two labs hopped out before sniffing first Yogi then me. As soon as everyone got acquainted, we loaded up the car again and Tyler pulled out of my driveway.

“See, over there that’s my house”, Tyler explained, pointing to a house on our left as we drove by.

“No way, I’ve walked past this house almost every day because it’s on the way to the park.”

“Just admit that you’re stalking me woman”, Tyler laughed and I hit his arm before laughing as well. The rest of the drive continued with friendly banter and music before he finally pulled into a parking spot. It was a bit of a struggle to finally get a leash on all four dogs and I offered to take one of the dogs to even things out.

“Here, take Cash. He isn’t as crazy as Gerry so you don’t have to worry about him pulling or anything.”

I grabbed Cash’s leash from Tyler and crouched down to pet him, soon surrounded by all four dogs pawing at me because they wanted a share of my attention. Tyler just laughed at my misery without making a move to help me, instead taking pictures of me almost being pushed down. At least he offered to carry the backpack after I’d finally gotten all furry friends to calm down.

Even with it being a weekday, we passed lots of other people enjoying the sunny weather. Tyler was wearing a snapback and sunglasses to avoid attention but we still didn’t get very far without him being recognized by a group of girls. He mouthed a ‘Sorry’ to me while handing me the other leashes. The girls seemed to be in college age and were curiously looking me up and down.

“Do you want me to take pictures of you?”, I asked politely and the girls nodded excited. I tried my best to keep the camera still with the leashes in my left hand but Tyler kept snickering at me pushing the dogs away from me. The girls were surprisingly nice and as soon as they were done they continued walking, only to stop shortly after to ogle Tyler and me.

“Water break?”, Tyler asked and I nodded, walking around him to grab the bottles.

“Damn you even put stuff in it, I’m not used to such luxury”, he joked about the lemon and cucumber slices but I gave him a pointed stare. We both knew that he was used to a lot of luxuries, even if detox water might not be one of them.

The group of girls was still standing a couple of meters away from us and I was pretty sure they were now, rather unsuccessfully, taking sneaky pictures of us. Tyler noticed as well and sighed.

“I’m sorry about them, every time I’m seen with a member of the female species the fans go crazy”, he apologized but I waved him off.

“Honestly it’s fine, it’s a part of your life. I know how fangirls work and while I’m not overjoyed that my picture will be all over social media, I don’t really care because I’m having a great time”, I responded, squeezing his forearm at the last part. I knew I was pushing it, with the girls still watching, but I needed him to know that I wouldn’t let this ruin our time together. Tyler was funny, constantly making me laugh and it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes as well. I was determined to not let this put a damper on our day.

He squeezed my shoulder in return before muttering a thanks and turning around so I could put the water bottles back. We then continued our hike as if nothing happened, only being stopped by fans a handful of times. After a particularly steep slope Tyler looked down at me in surprise.

“How are you not out of breath at all? We literally spent the last five minutes practically crawling up that hill”, he exclaimed, sounding a little bit winded. I guess even the stamina of athletes had its limits and I started laughing at his incredulous expression.

“I’m used to hiking in mountains Tyler, this is nothing compared to them. Besides, Denver’s altitude is well over a kilometer higher than what we’re currently at. My lungs are still used to a lot less oxygen”, I explained, still smiling. We continued for a little bit before he suddenly stopped in his tracks, almost making me smack into him.

“Wait, you said kilometer, not feet. I can’t believe I haven’t asked this before, but are you not American?”

I looked at him for a second before bursting out laughing again. We’d literally talked over almost anything and everything but somehow my hometown had never come up.

“No I’m not. I’m actually German, I moved to the US when I was 18 and lived here ever since. First in Cambridge, then Denver and now Dallas.”

“But you don’t have an accent?!”, he sputtered, making me laugh even harder.

“Not all Germans have that terrible accent that’s always in the movies. I started learning English almost twenty years ago and I lost the accent at some point. It still comes out a little bit when I’m drunk or angry though”, I told him and he did another double take.

“Now I have to get you drunk to hear for myself but this leads me to another question, and again I can’t believe I have to ask this only now, but how old are you?”

“I’m 25. In Germany they’re big on foreign languages so we started learning English in school when I was 7 or 8.”

After that our conversation seemed to only focus on my home country but I was happy to answer all of his questions. His interest in the culture was kind of cute and he tried his best to remember and pronounce the few words of German he’d picked up from his time in Switzerland. It was no surprise at all that most of them were anything but PG-13 but it was still very entertaining. I only hoped no one else understood him saying that he wanted to hook up with me in terrible German.

At one point we stopped to eat the lunch that I’d packed for us and the dogs were happily munching away on their treats.

“Mmm this is good”, Tyler praised after taking the first bite out of his sandwich. I only smiled at him because I had my mouth full and we continued our conversation between bites.

“So you like to cook or do your abilities only extend to delicious sandwiches?”, he asked me afterwards before throwing three carrot sticks in his mouth at the same time.

“I love cooking and making all kinds of food. In Germany people don’t get takeout as often as Americans so the habit of preparing home cooked meals has stuck with me over the years. It also helps with healthy eating. I don’t diet or anything like that but I still like to keep it clean.”

“So next time I’m hungry but too lazy to make food I’ll just walk over to your place?”, he asked jokingly but I told him that he’d always be welcome and I meant it. Not only was I in desperate need of any kind of social interaction but I’d never turn a hunky hockey player away from my doorstep.

All day I’d secretly checked him out, mesmerized by the way his thigh muscles moved below his shorts, his broad shoulders, and those strong tattooed arms. This guy was the walking definition of a hunk and while having him in my kitchen wasn’t where I wanted him the most, it was definitely a start.

“About getting you drunk, I’m having some people over for a party starting tomorrow afternoon. You should come if you’re free”, he told me as we were driving back to our neighborhood. I didn’t even need to think about his invitation because there was no way that I’d turn down spending more time with him.

“Of course I’ll come. Do I need to bring anything with me?”

“You should probably wear a swimsuit underneath your clothes, most people end up in the pool at one point.”

By the time Tyler pulled into my driveway it was almost time to start preparing dinner and I had an idea.

“You want to come in and help me cook? I’m not really in the mood to eat alone again.”

It was a risky move but I really hoped he’d take me up on my offer. Eating by yourself night after night could get pretty boring. My friends in the area had all been busy with work during the week and I was sick of Yogi being my only company, even if he was adorable.

“Sure. I should probably shower first though but I can come back after that.”

I told him I’d text him as soon as I was finished cleaning up myself and then he pulled out of the driveway again. I tried to keep my shower as short as possible but the cool water had felt way too good on my overheated body so I’d ended up taking longer than planned. Afterwards I pulled on some yoga pants and a t shirt, leaving my hair to air dry before texting Tyler to come over.

Not even five minutes later he was standing in my doorstep again, now dressed in sweats and smiling down at me.

Tyler was a great sous chef and while he chopped vegetables, I prepared everything else. The easy flow of conversation continued all the way through dinner and even though you’d think that at some point we’d run out of topics we just kept on talking, never having any awkward moments in between. I was almost sad to see him go after we finished cleaning up but I knew that he was probably exhausted after his morning workout and being on his feet for hours and to be honest I was just as tired.

Part Two here

#nhl #nhl imagine #tyler seguin #dallas stars #fic #fanfiction #ice hockey #quarantine #dallas #hockey writing #nhl hockey #hockey #fanfic #Slides and Serendipity #hot hockey players

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brittanafics · 4 years ago

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Life With The Lopez-Pierce’s (Chapters 1 and 2)

Chapter 1:

Life for Santana and Brittany couldn’t have been more blissful and joyous ever since their wedding day. Once they returned from their honeymoon, they decided to get their shit together and commit to college … without dropping out this time.

Brittany applied to NYADA as a dance major. Brittany moved Carmen Tibideaux with her contemporary dance number to the Pretenders’ “I’ll Stand By You”. She was there with Mercedes when Finn told her about how his mom walked in on him singing that song to the hologram of the fetus he thought was his baby, and she wanted to do something in his honor, even if it was just an audition that only one person was going to be there for. Almost immediately after graduation, she ended up being a backup dancer for Sony Entertainment and all their artists. She even was Mercedes’ backup dancer for her first headline tour.

Santana also enrolled in NYADA. She didn’t know why she was so hesitant to apply there when Kurt and Rachel were both students there, but deep down she knew that she didn’t think she was talented enough at the time and didn’t want to humiliate herself with a rejection letter. Surprisingly though, Rachel put a good word in with Carmen Tibideaux for her and Brittany, which she wasn’t going to lie, helped a lot. Even with the good word Rachel put in though, at the end of the day they got in because of their talent. Santana wouldn’t have gotten in without her moving cover of Adele’s “Set Fire To The Rain”. Kurt told her all about how she needs to sing something emotional and not go overboard with props, because he definitely didn’t want her to repeat his mistake. After graduation, Santana went back to Broadway, and even played Fanny Brice in “Funny Girl”. Permanently this time.

Once they got employed after graduation, Brittany and Santana both agreed that they wanted to start a family. They decided to go with adoption because one, Brittany is a dancer and didn’t want to jeopardize her career with a pregnancy that would seriously affect her body forever, and two, Santana knew that she wouldn’t be able to handle a pregnancy. All those hormones … did not sound appealing to her. Plus, Brittany also felt bad about all the kids in the foster care system who needed parents. These kids needed parents and a home, and Brittany and Santana needed kids to give a home to. So, adoption it is. The adoption process was incredibly frustrating and long to say the least, but after a couple of months they adopted their three-month-old baby, Jacob Lopez-Pierce.

Fifteen years later, Jacob Lopez-Pierce is the captain of the chess club at the public high school right next to their house. Jacob unfortunately isn’t as popular as his moms were in high school. It’s bad enough that everyone in school knows who his moms are, and that he even has two moms in the first place but being the captain of the chess club is even worse than being in the glee club, and the kids in New York still like to throw slushies too. He doesn’t mention any of this to his moms though. He doesn’t figure that his moms would take it well that they were the most popular girls in high school and he’s at the bottom of the high school food chain. It makes him feel like a disappointment, like he’s the complete opposite of what his moms expected him to be. The simple solution would be to quit chess club, but he loves it too much to do that. If there’s one thing his moms taught him, it’s that he shouldn’t stop doing what he loves just because it’s considered “lame”. His moms told him all about glee club.

Chess was his glee club. He first fell in love with it when Brittany taught him how to play a couple of years ago. It was one of the few things she enjoyed doing during her short-lived time at MIT. It was one of the first things that him and his mom connected over. He couldn’t hit a note to save his life, and he was an even worse dancer than Finn. He wasn’t artistic in anyway. He wasn’t as athletic as his cheerleading moms were either. He tried out for the football team and didn’t get in … and the lacrosse team, ice hockey, rugby, etc. He even tried out for the cheerleading team too. The one thing he was good at though was chess. And math. Those things came easy to him.

However, his mom found out about this secret when he came come one day drenched in whatever was in those slushies. Earlier that day, about a dozen jocks slushied him at once … and this time he couldn’t clean it off before he got home. Santana was about to lose it.

“Jacob, who the fuck did this to you because I am about to go all Lima Heights!”

“Just a couple of guys on the football team it’s no big deal.” Jacob tried to explain. All he wanted was to go take a shower and study for the history exam he has tomorrow, but he knows that his mom was not going to let this go.

“No big deal?? No big deal?? Are you fucking kidding me Jacob! I’m gonna need names because I’m not gonna let whoever did this to you get away with this!” Santana exclaimed

“What are you and mom going to do? Go to the principal and tell him all about how this is bullying and you’re not going tolerate that.” Jacob said, mocking his other mom.

“What the fuck did you just say. No, you don’t get to disrespect your mother like that. Just go to your room and we’ll deal with this once your mom gets back home from the studio” Santana said. She knew her son wasn’t the most popular guy at school but she had no idea that this is how he was being treated.

Chapter 2:

When Brittany got back home from the dance studio, Santana didn’t waste a minute. She immediately told her about the fight she had with their son. She was furious at him for making fun of Brittany and mocking her, but she was also angry at herself for not protecting him for the bullying he’s experiencing at school. She’s his mother, it’s her job to shelter him from all the bad shit. Since Santana hasn’t calmed down, Brittany was going to be the one to talk to Jacob about all of this and try to figure out what happened.

She opens the bedroom door to find him on the phone with none other than Barbra St. James, Rachel and Jesse’s kid. They’re around the same age and have been best friends ever since they were born, even though they have almost nothing in common. Rachel and Santana have been in a lot of the same Broadway shows over the years, so they would always bring their kids to watch rehearsals when they were younger. If you would’ve told Brittany and Santana in high school that their child would be Rachel Berry’s daughter’s best friend, they would not have believed it.

“I’ve got to go I’ll call you later B.” Jacob said as he hung up on his best friend. He was telling her all about what happened with his Mami earlier.

“So, you’re back from work?” He asked awkwardly. The last thing he wants right now is to have this conversation. He just wants to get it done and over with so he could go back to talking to Barbra.

“Yeah. Mami told me what happened at school today, and also about the comment you made about me. If you’re going to make fun of me, at least make an attempt to make it a bit funny.” Brittany said jokingly.

“Mom I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to be so rude. You know I care a lot about you mom and I’m never making fun of you again. I shouldn’t have in the first place.” As angry as he was about what happened to him at school, his mom had nothing to do with it and he shouldn’t have taken out his anger on her. He realizes that now

“Honestly, between me and you it seems like Mami is angrier about that than I am. But still, we’re worried about you. What’s going on at school and why didn’t you tell us baby.” Brittany asked.

“People at school don’t like me that much like I told Mami it’s really not that big of a deal. I didn’t want you guys because I didn’t want you disappoint you. I’ve seen the pics in your high school yearbook. You two were the most popular girls in school. And then there’s me, the biggest loser at school. I’m the complete opposite of the son you and Mami want me to be.” Jacob said. It was always easy for him to open up to his mother. She was one of the most understanding and empathetic people he knew.

“Well, have you ever seen the pictures of us from Junior Prom?” Brittany asked. Jacob did not know what this had to do with the conversation they were having but he’s assuming it’s going to make sense eventually.

“No.” Jacob replied

A few minutes later, Brittany pulled out a picture of Santana and Dave Karofsky from that night and showed it to her son.

“Mami’s bisexual?” Jacob asked, being genuinely confused. He had no idea why his mom went to her junior prom with a man. Before today he didn’t even think it was a possibly for his mom to be interested in men.

Brittany chuckled at that question. “No, I am but she’s definitely a lesbian.” Brittany explained.

“Then why did she go to her junior prom with this random guy?”

“That guy is Dave Karofsky. I asked your Mami to go to the prom with me, but she wouldn’t even let me ask her on the popular internet talk show I used to have, Fondue for Two. I should show you some of the episodes one day but yeah she didn’t go to her junior prom with me.”

“Why wouldn’t she go to the prom with you, you two love each other.” Jacob considered himself smart, but he had no idea what was going on.

“That guy in the picture? He made uncle Kurt transfer schools and that’s how he met Uncle Blaine. He used to bully Kurt for being the most unicorn of them all at our high school. But he met his soulmate because of that. Mami wasn’t as brave as you are now when she was your age. That’s why she pretended to date Dave Karofsky instead of going to the prom with me. She cared more about being popular than being herself. She wanted to be prom queen so badly, but do you know who was prom queen that year?”

Jacob shook his head.

“Uncle Kurt! They voted for him to make fun of him, but he still had something that all the girls at school wanted because he wasn’t afraid to be himself. He even slow danced with Uncle Blaine. It was so romantic. At the end of the day, it wasn’t better for her to pretend she was someone she wasn��t, even if it made her popular and saved her from bullying. We don’t care if you’re considered a loser. We’re all losers, you’re just brave enough to show it. Your Mami and I couldn’t be prouder to have a son like you.” Brittany explained.

Jacob understands the point his mom is making, and he had to admit that it makes sense. It’s good to know that his moms don’t care that he’s such a loser, even though he knows that his moms would’ve totally bullied him if they went to high school together. He actually finds that hilarious. Despite that however, he still has pent up anger inside of him from being bullied every day in school.

“We’re still going to have to talk to your principal though because what happened is mean, it’s bullying, and I won’t accept it.”

Jacob just nodded and agreed. He figured it’s better to pretend that he feels okay now than having a longer conversation with his mother about his problems. And she did actually make him feel like he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s getting bullied anymore. This conversation wasn’t completely useless.

“Finish your conversation with Barbra because your Mami and I are going to order dinner soon okay?” Brittany said before she felt the room.

Santana was outside the bedroom eavesdropping on the whole conversation. “My pep talks are starting to get better than Mr. Schue’s, right?” Brittany asked Santana excitedly.

Santana gave Brittany the biggest genuine smile her face could possibly make. She’s never been so in love with her wife. “When did you get so smart?” Santana asked before she leaned in to kiss Brittany.

“Gross!” Jacob exclaimed as he opened his bedroom door and saw his moms kissing.

#glee #glee fic #santana x brittany #brittana #brittana fic #this is my first time writing a fanfic pls don't be mean

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alsparaarchive · 4 years ago

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𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 / Alex & Sid

Date: February 7, 2021 Location: Alex’s Winter Garden home in Florida

Summary: Sid flies back after a game with a little surprise for Alex but boy does she have a bigger one for him. “Charlie is yours, Sidney... she’s ours.”

Date Started: February 5, 2021 Date Completed: still in progress

Alex Vacant.. it was the only way to describe how Alex went about her day. She was almost glad Sid wasn't around to witness the shock and distress she was in but knowing he would be back is what flared up every ounce of anxiety her body was capable of producing. 99.99998%... she couldn't even tell you how many times she stared down at those numbers on her phone from the email she received that morning. At first she was ecstatic, so relieved that the one person she would've chosen to have a child with in the first place was actually Charlie's father but with all that came the crippling realization that Sidney didn't even know there was a possibility. She had stolen so much time from him out of fear that she wouldn't be his and her worst nightmare was finding out after Sid already thought he was and having to take that all away from him. There was no right way to go about it, not really, just the way she did it and perhaps the way he would've preferred she done things which of course scared the fuck out of her. They had finally gotten back to this good place, she was happier than ever with the way things seemed to be going between them, and now this? She knew this would strain them, that there was a strong possibility he would hate her once she told him and that's what kept her so distraught all day. For most of it she felt paralyzed, almost nothing she wanted to get done was accomplished including fixing herself up and changing out of her loungewear from the night before but at least Charlie's basic needs were tended to. It's just that she wasn't her usual self with her daughter; She wasn't bouncing around and playing with her like she normally would. She couldn't, her mind was too preoccupied by running the million different scenarios of how telling him could possibly go. She knew which one she hoped for but the footballer was a realist, she knew the chances of that were next to none. Alex debated calling her mom or her sisters for advice but it didn't feel right that they would know before Sidney. He deserved to be the first and so every time she picked up her phone to call or text one of them she just sighed and put it back down resisting the urge to throw it against the wall. She was at such a loss and didn't know the first thing to do with herself. The brunette hadn't cried yet, just stewed in her anxiety which only seemed to get ten times worse the moment she saw headlights through the curtains in her living room — him pulling into the driveway. She wasn't ready but was this really something she'd ever be ready to tell him? Alex took a deep breath trying to shake out the nerves before he came inside. She didn't want to make it immediately obvious especially without knowing what kind of mood he was going to walk through the doors in, that would probably play a very key factor.

Sidney It was good to finally be getting out of New York. Sure, there was still one more game to be had on the island, but for now Sid was coming back… home. It was surprisingly how quickly his brain had taken over and filled in the gap for him. Not that he minded. It was true. Which was probably a little crazy, but Sid just didn’t care. He liked where his head was at right now with Alex. Clear, decided… optimistic. Yes, long gone was that false narrative he’d convinced himself of, that he needed to be unhappy… that he needed to spend a life without her… just because she’d had a baby with someone else. Or that even before then, that she didn’t want him as much as he might’ve wanted her… No, he wasn’t doing that to himself anymore. He’d made up his mind now. So, when Alex had mentioned the idea of maybe moving in with her and Charlie for the rest of the season, he’d hadn’t hesitated to say yes. It wasn’t like he hadn’t already planned on making her a set of extra keys for his Pittsburgh house for Valentine’s Day… or anything…. “Yeah, mom it’s me… I’m with Alex in Florida— I don’t know if she’s got— okay, okay I’ll check... sure, yeah I’ll give her your number again. I’m sure she’s still got it— oh your new number, okay…” hadn’t he called her? “Mom, I needed to know if you and dad were going away in the— uh, because we might be— yes, mom… Alex and I, might be making a trip… no, I don’t think… okay, I’ll ask…” he tuned out. Connecting eyes with another man sitting opposite him, who seemed to share his pain and gave him a sympathy smile after mouthing the word ‘mom’ in his direction. “Yeah, yeah… look I’ll call you next week and we can talk about it some— yes, mom. I’ve met Alex’s baby… I don’t know? A baby. She’s cute, funny… a baby?” What did his mom want him to say about Charlie? She was acting like Charlie was — ‘Flight 55 to Orlando, Florida is now boarding at Gate 48.’ “Mom, I’m boarding… I’ve got to go… I’ll call you. Love you too.” He snapped his phone closed. Grabbing up his carry on; this time with more than a couple of shirts he wouldn’t mind losing to Alex inside of it and a penguins onesie for Charlie, as he walked over to the first class check in and got on board. He would’ve liked to sleep on the flight down, but the idea of seeing Alex in only couple of hours kept him energised… He felt like he was some sixteen year old kid finally getting to see his girlfriend again after spending the entire summer away at some Hockey Camp… he was ‘giddy’ Which seemed a little embarrassing now that he’d put a word to it, but he couldn’t find another… at least not one as accurate. After picking up his rental from the airport kiosk, he made his way over to the BMW, throwing his bag in and heading off in the direction of Alex’s address. By now the guards knew just to wave him in with a smile, so it wasn’t long before he was pulling up outside her house and grabbing his bag back out again. Walking inside with the aid of the key she’d given him a few days ago, Sidney looked around and smiled when he saw her. Giddy. He dropped his bag… walking over to her… his smile big and goofy… but he didn’t care, “hi.” Hands wrapping around her he enveloped her into a hug before his hands found her face and he pulled her lips towards his own… “mmm…” he pulled back, his thumb brushing over her cheek, just before… “hold that thought…” Or kiss. Whatever was about to come up next between them, because he had a surprise. Walking back over to his bag he dug in and found the onesie he’d got management to help organise earlier… “okay close your eyes…” he wasn’t sure if she had or she hadn’t, but he didn’t mind as he turned back around and placed it in her hands… “surprise!”

Alex A good mood might've been expected but this... god, the way he lit up walking through those doors and seeing her face. Alex's heart both swelled about six times and then plummeted all the way into her stomach. She wished so badly she could be as giddy as he was about their little reunion even if it had only been a couple days but she was still too anxiety stricken to be even half as energized as he was about the whole thing. Still she smiled when he wrapped his arms around her and she did the same, rubbing his lower back with her hands as they hugged. She wished they could stay like that so much longer, let her find some comfort and maybe some air to breathe but just as he was quick to pull her in, he was pulling away and going in for a kiss which would've been just as nice had he not stopped it to go grab whatever surprise he had for her. More sweets from the airport maybe? This is where Alex's giddy little laugh would've come in, she would've shut her eyes with the biggest smile on her face and asked what it was before he ever got the chance to put it in her hands. Maybe he'd know something was wrong by the way she stayed silent instead; she did close her eyes as requested but there was nothing as she waited, almost just as vacant as she'd been all day. When Alex opened her eyes she felt as though she had taken a cleat to the gut, the wind completely knocked out of her. It was too adorable the way he was now always thinking about Charlie, too. In his mind she wasn't even his and yet here he was doing things like /this./ It shouldn't have been so overwhelming but given everything it was so much more than she could handle and brought the striker to her breaking point. "Sid.." tears overflowed in her eyes and for the first time maybe ever since crying in front of him she didn't try to stop it. She couldn't. She felt the soft fabric in her hands, her fingers running over the Penguin's logo as she tried desperately to collect herself and her thoughts. Maybe if she had kept her cool she could've enjoyed being with him a little bit before having to tell him but now that didn't seem like much of a possibility. "Sid, I have to tell you something." Her hand slid down his arm, taking his hand in her own and lead him over to the couch. "You should probably sit down." She knew how precarious it all sounded but how else could she possibly broach the subject? She went over it all day in her head and still had no idea the right way to tell him. As he went to sit down Alex picked up her phone from the coffee table in front of them and re-opened the email. She sat down next to Sidney and held his hand, taking a deep breath. All she had to do was get it out and once she did he'd know. Their lives forever changed. It felt unfair of her to do this to him not knowing if it's a way he would have wanted his life to change but it's not like she had been ready for a baby either when she found out she was pregnant, not that it made this any better. Wiping away some tears, her hands shaking, she began to speak. "I'm not sure if you ever really did the math. If there was ever a question in your mind, a tiny inkling or anything? Because if there was you've never expressed it and I guess that's probably because you assumed I would've told you." She realized she probably wasn't making much sense so she reeled it back in. "I didn't want to tell you without being sure and up until the other night there was no way of me being sure because we weren't in each other's lives but I swear I'm telling you this the same day I found out. I didn't want to hide it from you I just... Sid, I don't even really know the right way to say this but ... "she held out the phone to him showing him the email that very clearly stated it was a paternity test with a 99.99998% match. More tears falling now as he was probably starting to put it all together in his mind. "Charlie is yours, Sidney. She's ours.."

#( Alex & Sid: 003. )

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laylacooke · 5 years ago

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Tune Out the World || Winn & Layla

timing: Yesterday (5/24) afternoon at Tower Comics & Music. parties: @packsbeforesnacks & @laylacooke summary: The start of one wolf helping another wolf figure out life. warnings: Lots of mentions about mental health.

Alright, so, technically, Winn had never mentored a, what, teen wolf before, but he’d dealt with plenty of teen hockey players — and they acted like wolves, often enough. The Bite should be a gift. That was the mantra that César and the others had drilled into his head. But not every Bite was freely received, nor even wanted. And that resentment, that anger, it could eat you up, if you let it. Which brought Winn to Tower Comics & Music. One of the staffers, Mat or somethin’, had set him up in one of their practice rooms, after some charm and the promise of buyin’ out half the store, if need be, and it was just big enough (and, importantly, just private enough) to work for Winn’s plan. He set the guitar he’d been stringing aside and went out into the main shop to keep an eye out for Layla, picking at the odd back issue of Superman. Comics were hard for him to read, now, given the color-blindness, but he still had the odd spot of nostalgia for the brightly colored heroes. He shot off a final confirmation text to Layla and waited.

Layla had received Winn’s texts. To say she was a bit confused was an understatement, and she had wondered if Ariana or Ulf had persuaded him to take her under his wing, or paw, but regardless, she had reluctantly given in and was headed to Tower Comics & Music. It seemed to have been the popular meeting place for Layla and new wolves in her life. Pushing the door open, she slipped inside, her mind quickly going back to the day she met Simon and how she had freaked out when she first smelled him. Even though it didn’t seem like it, she had come a long way since then. Seeing Winn standing near a box of comics, she quietly walked over, “Hey.” She waved to the man with the hand that had still been dressed out in a cast, “Sorry, I’m late. I was helping Ari with something.”

Ah, right, the hand. Mm. Could still strum, right? Probably. Looked like the kinda gal that wouldn’t let a broken hand get the best of her. Winn smiled at the teen. “Hey, no sweat. I haven’t been here too long.” A small lie. He’d spent the better part of an hour settin’ up. But, in fairness, most of that was before the time they’d set to meet up. “Let’s go on back,” he said, waving her forward and towards the practice room. “I figured somethin’ nice and quiet would be a decent change of pace. Plus, you’re gettin’ a free lesson out of it! A wolf lesson and a guitar lesson.” He laughed at his own dumb joke. Once the door was shut behind him, he sat in his own chair, across from the only other seat. “First thing’s first, somethin’ that one of my mentors made us do. It’s, well, a check in? Like, “I’m checking in… calm, today. The sun is out and I’m about to play guitar and my week has been pretty chill, so… calm. Now, you try.”

She had hoped he hadn’t. The task with Ariana had taken a little longer than expected, so when she caught sight of what time it was, it had almost sent her into a slight panic. However, no sooner than she was there, they were already heading to the back. She had never played a guitar before, but she had always been interested in them. Asking for one for her birthday had turned out to be a mistake, but a good one, because ironically, it’s how she had gotten her bow instead. Layla shot Winn a small smile as she followed him back into the room. Taking the seat opposite of him, she settled in as best she could. It was the ‘check in’ request she hadn’t expected, and when it was her turn, Layla paused for a moment, before speaking, “Uh, I’m checking in... depressed today. I’m bull-shitting everyone around me into thinking I’m feeling better, when I’m actually not, and I’m about to poorly play a guitar with a cast on my hand that’s never going to heal. Like that?” She looked at him with a straight face.

Winn barked out a laugh, before quickly saying, before baby wolf could think he was laughin’ at her: “Honesty is good. That’s exactly it, yeah, you’ve got the hang of it! Checkin’ in ain’t about forcin’ yourself to feel any one which way, but really takin’ the time to ask yourself how you’re feelin’, without worryin’ about how anyone else might take it. Thank you for bein’ honest with me, forreal.” He glanced at her hand, appraisin’ it with a trained eye. “Naw, that’ll be healed up ‘fore the next Moon, prolly before we have our next lesson. So long as you’re takin’ your vitamins.” He realized he hadn’t really given her the pitch for this experiment, and backtracked. “Well, next lesson… dependin’ on how today goes, anyway. I’m a little rusty, but teachin’ is the best way to show you know your shit and I’ve got just a stupid amount of time on my hands. I figure, you get time to just be who you are, and not worry ‘bout worryin’ anybody, we both get some time with the guitar, I teach you some wolf lessons along the way, eventually we lead a nice ol’ bonfire jamboree.” He winked at the last bit, to let her know that no public performance would be required of what amounted to informal therapy. “So, ‘m sorry we didn’t get off on quite the right foot, Layla. I’m Winn, and I’ll be your guitar-slash-wolf guru today.”

Layla hadn’t expected the laugh, which caused her to raise an eyebrow, before he explained himself. Winn had reminded her of one of the football players she knew in high school. He was laid back and had a cool persona that probably put most people to ease, and while she had felt a little more relaxed than she had when she first came in, she still wasn’t fully trusting of Winn. It would take her a little while to warm up to him as it did when she hung out with Lucas for the first time, “So do I just tell you how I’m feeling like every time we meet?” She could do that. Acknowledge her feelings. It couldn’t be that hard could it? “I think Ulf said he could get me some.” If vitamins would help her hand heal, she would take the damn things again. Listening as he continued to explain the goal of today’s meet up, she shifted in her chair a bit. Guitar-wolf guru. Okay. “It’s nice to officially meet you, Winn. And if you think I can play a guitar with this stupid thing on my hand then teach away.” She gave him a soft, sad smile. This was going to be interesting.

“Exactamundo,” Winn said. “I swear that I’ll be honest with you, so long as you try to be honest with me. I’ll go first, too, so you can see right away if I’m bullshittin’ you. Though, if y’ever want to start off, just let me know. I’m flexible.” He could sense the tension in Layla’s form, and he didn’t blame her. Some things, you kept to yourself, until you were ready. He wasn’t going to ask her to tell him anything, not unless she wanted to. But he’d always lend an ear to whatever she wanted to offer. If she was honest, well… That was more than some could be. “It’s a good way to get things you need, ‘specially while healin’. Your body needs nutrients to really heal, same as when you were human. Couldn’t hurt to triple whatever it says on the bottle, though. You’ll, shit what’s the word, metabolize it all away? Whatever diet you keep, make sure that you’re getting in calories, vitamins, and minerals. Like, I don’t know, a really intense workout plan.”

He settled into playing position, strumming out a random chord. “Mmm, before we get to playin’, I want to show you somethin’.” Winn reached over his own guitar and to a plastic bag that was sitting between them. “This? Is just a fraction of the amount of strings you’re gonna snap.” He played another chord. “Control is difficult to master. We tried a bunch of different things, to get me to figure it out. Only thing that seemed to work was this. Changin’ a guitar string ain’t too bad, but try doin’ it a hundred times and you’ll calm down real fast. Every time one of us breaks a string, we’re going to restring it by hand. Your hands can do so much, good and bad. But right now, early on? You aren’t used to them, how they feel as a wolf. How you feel things, as a wolf.” He shook his head, pausing for a moment. “Stop me if this is a little long-winded, it’s all important, but I can try to condense.”

“I appreciate that. I mean I feel like I’ve been open with people, like Ari and Ulf…” to an extent, “but I guess talking feelings is okay…” Layla had been honest about things. Of course, there were also a lot of things about her past that she stayed quiet on, especially when it came to her parents and how they had treated her. But she would save that for another day. She had only really just met Winn, and while he, too, was a werewolf, there were still things that made her uneasy. Not only had her parents wanted her out of the picture, but so had other werewolves, especially those around the Appalachian area, who knew the tale of the Hunter child turned werewolf. “I was a cheerleader in high school, and I was on a pretty strict diet. Is that what I need to go back to?” She wanted to equate this with something she knew. She had constantly found herself hungry, aside from the depression that had sent her into a downward spiral with her mood. In fact, it was a miracle she had even agreed to meet Winn in the first place.

However, the strum of a single chord made her ears perk. She was interested. His method for helping her had been so unexpected that she wanted to know more. She had never had time to pick up a guitar when she was still normal, whatever that meant, but now that she could feel everything in her small body raging, she was finally getting to try something her parents had denied her. Glancing down at the bag, Layla found herself slightly intimidated, “That’s a lot of strings. Are you sure you want to put this much time into me? Because, if I’m being honest, I’ll probably triple that amount before we’re even a month into this…” She wanted to give him an out. Would it hurt? Yes, but it was better than the teenager investing her time, and more importantly her heart, into whatever was about to happen, only to potentially be let down yet again.

“Mmm,” he hummed, tilting his head. Winn didn’t expect Layla to open up to him easily, or quickly. But the teenager’s hesitation, her trailing voice, when talkin’ about feelings was, honestly, a solid place to start — she would try. That was her decision. Winn was a fan of takin’ your destiny into your own hands. Layla had her autonomy ripped from her by Salva. There were things she could do, big and small, to regain that sense. Agreeing to work with Winn was a choice, one that he would honor for as long as he could, as long as she wanted to. If this didn’t work, well… They’d find somethin’ else. “I play hockey,” he decided on. “Your body builds muscle, now, easier, carbo-loading can be good to just keep it functionin’, exercise helps, but, unlike some stricter diets, this one works best by lettin’ yourself go a little bit, just piggin’ out. Make sure to eat decent, don’t get me wrong, but eat. ‘Specially while you’re healin’. Don’t know if you’ve been ‘round Luke much while he’s been healin’ up, but he could eat Ronald McDonald himself out of a company.”

He frowned softly, not knowing how much money that Layla had. “And I know buyin’ food can be pricey, and I think I can safely say that all of us would rather you focus on the adjustment than goin’ out and workin’ your ass to the bone. So, gimme a list. Nothin’ is too extravagant. And I’ll set up an InstaCart or somethin’ for you. No arguments, ‘s the least I can do.” He smiled, toothy, at Layla’s attempts to wriggle out; he knew that self-sabotage anywhere. “Naw, Baby Wolf, I already paid the guy at the counter to order me a goddamn truckload of strings. Little weirded out, but I sure as shit ain’t gonna go through them all by myself. Between that and that,” he pointed to the guitar he’d bought for Layla, “I’m in it for the long haul. If you are.”

Food wasn’t exactly something Layla was a fan of at the moment, but she would make it work. If eating and taking her vitamins meant that the cast on her arm would come off sooner rather than later, she would follow his instructions. And Ariana had already been doing a good job at making sure she was fed. Of course, that too had made her feel less of a person, because she wasn’t currently capable of mentally taking care of herself. Somehow, everything she had suppressed over the years, had started to come to the surface, and it was making a fresh start at a new life nearly impossible.

Money had been another issue. She had already racked up a hefty ‘I owe you’ bill just within the past few weeks, and her mental list was getting muddled. Of course, having Winn offer up buying her groceries gave her mixed feelings. On one hand, she wanted to accept and be grateful for them, but on the other hand her pride and the feeling of, once again, not being able to take care of herself seemed to dig at her. But instead of rejecting his offer, she gave in, “I’ll text it to you, and I’ll keep it short. And as I’ve told Ariana and everyone else, I’m paying you back.” If she’d still had access to her family’s fortune, she wouldn’t have been in this mess, but that was an impossible feat.

It was the guitar that really got to her though. Winn had bought her a guitar, and he barely even knew her. Looking over to the beautifully made instrument, tears started to well up in her eyes. Reaching over for it, she picked it up with care and pulled it in front of her. The teenager let her hands slowly pass over it, before sitting it in her lap and strumming the strings carefully. She had wanted a guitar since she was a child, but her mother and father would never buy her one, and within a day, someone she had only met in passing purchased one for her and was willing to teach her how to play, and, more importantly, how to tame what was raging inside of herself.

Letting her eyes move back to Winn, she spoke softly, “You just gave me something my parents never saw fit to give me. Consider me in.”

Winn cocked his head to the side, wondering whether, or not, to push the issue of money. His inheritance… He had a complex relationship with it. His mother, bless her heart, had tried to keep it from him, until he had graduated college. His grandfather hadn’t had the foresight, though, to know what exactly would become of his grandson. (All the better; Winn barely knew the guy. No time to interrogate a ghost whose opinion mattered little to him.) He settled on, “Keep it short, and I’ll triple everything. You’ll waste shit, and I know neither of us want that.”

She was, in no way, shape, or form, going to be payin’ him back, but she didn’t need to know that.

“It’s yours and only yours, alright?” Winn said, a small smile playing at his lips. He didn’t want to let his sunny attitude run over the confession Layla had given him, but this was something he genuinely loved. His altruism wasn’t without benefits; he loved the look on someone’s face when their heart was full. It let Winn see a different side of Layla, a far cry from that night in his basement. If she stuck with it, he knew exactly what to get her for her birthday.

He clapped his hands together. “Let’s get started!”

#para: tune out the world #packsbeforesnacks #mental health tw #wickedswriting

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xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex · 5 years ago

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About The Muse

Elizabeth Thredson

General

height: 5’0

weight: 94

ethnicity: Caucasian

occupation: student

gender: female

sexual identification: straight

romantic identification: she doesn’t know - just that she really doesn’t like the idea of any kind of romance or relationships or touching people but she’s fifteen so give her a break.

myers briggs type: ENTP-A - The debater

People with an ENTP personality type tend to be expressive, curious, and spontaneous in their behavior. They enjoy debating and thinking about issues from different perspectives. They thrive around people and will almost always engage with those near them. As extroverts, ENTP types have higher levels of energy and love being around other people. They tend to avoid being alone.

They are more interested in the big picture than on specifics and details. They love solving complex problems and have a great sense of intuition.

Debaters make decisions based on logic. They care less about what makes people happy and more about what’s right.

They dislike schedules and routine, preferring to keep their options open. They love surprise experiences and challenge the need for rules and regulations.

ENTP is one of the rarer types in the population. ENTPs make up:

* 3% of the general population

* 4% of men

* 2% of women

alignment: Chaotic Good

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favorite food: The kid loves food so too many to name.

favorite drink: Mountain Dew

favorite brand: Adidas

favorite hobby: Hockey, Basketball, Video games Ballet and Dance is something she was trained to do but it’s done in private as she gets older. The exception being hip-hop and more modern dance. Michael Jackson is a huge inspiration since she was little and it was the introduction to his music that she began to veer away from more classical forms of dance. That and with her biological father encouraged her in ballet, it was something she ended up rebelling against after he was arrested and she was put in foster care. She tries to be everything that her father doesn’t want her to be. To distance herself from her former life. Still it is something she’ll find herself doing in the privacy of her own room. Old habits die hard, but she has a reputation she feels she has to uphold and ballet, hockey and other sports doesn’t go together in her young eyes.

favorite artist: Van Gogh

favorite musician: She has such a broad range. She loves and idolizes Stevie Nicks, Michael Jackson, Tupac, and Freddie Mercury. She loves many bands and many musicians from various eras.

favorite scent: the woods at night, or the sky before a terrible storm

favorite person: tough question - she’ll get back to you when she figures that out.

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list ten facts about your muse:

1.) she has a freakishly high pain tolerance. She’s one of those people that can break a bone and walk around not even realizing it. She’s broken bones and even shattered her kneecap in her various rough house sports she prefers to play but rarely has she cried.

2.) She always hears her fathers condescending voice inside of her head, telling her what she’s doing wrong even though it has been years since she saw him. It’s a messed up form of a conscious that she wishes would just go away.

3.) She has a very short temper (although she’s really good at hiding it with a sarcastic trash mouth).

4.) She smoked her first cigarette at eight and didn’t try it again till she was twelve - since then she’s become a bit of a chain smoker like both biological parents 😕😕😕

5.) She shares a whole name with a current monarch of England - Elizabeth Alexandra Mary but if you ask her about it she’ll give you a cheeky reply that personality wise she’s a Margaret Rose.

6.) She rarely cries and when she does it’s in a place where no one can see (she hopes).

7.) would rather stab her eyes out with hot pokers than dress like a girl but for some reason costumes don’t count? Try to get her to wear a skirt and she’ll fight you tooth and nail but ask her to dress up as Princess Leia and suddenly she’s wearing the red and white cloud city dress from Empire Strikes Back.

8.) Did I mention she has serious anger issues? She’s also pretty damn strong for how small she is (5’0). She has a more aggressive nature than is normal.

9.) She was introduced to alcohol at a young age and snuck tastes of her dads bourbon from time to time without his knowing out of sheer curiosity. As a teenager and dealing with developing mental issues herself - she finds herself using alcohol as a way to clear her mind, Silence her demons and most importantly - sleep.

10.) She’s a huge touch me not and rarely gets close to people on an emotional level. She’s bad at talking about her feelings or expressing herself in a way that’s considered normal. With that said - the few that have been able to break down her titanium wall miraculously will not find a more loyal (and dare i say loving?) person.

list five things they like:

1.) Music (80s, 90s, 2000s so many genres)

2.) Movies (cult comedy classics)

3.) TV Shows (90s/2000s sitcoms are a favorite)

4.) Sports - she plays hockey but also loves throwing the football around and basketball.

5.) Star Wars, Comic Books, Dungeons and Dragons ... Get the picture?

list five things they dislike:

1.) Feelings

2.) Crying

3.) Being Wrong

4.) When someone has the nerve to say that Greedo shot first.

5.) Witnessing PDA 🤮🤮

common words / phrases that annoy them?:

Anything mushy or over sharing. 🤮

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it!

#about the muse #muse commentary #elizabeth thredson #about effie

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forlornmelody · 6 years ago

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Double The Trouble Chapter 11-- Aquis Multisi

Rating: Explicit (lots of smut, a bit of violence, and so much swearing.)

Ship: FemShep x Femshep Clone, Femshep x Kaidan, eventual OT3

AO3 Link: Here

Summary: Shepard’s clone has a lead on where Kaidan’s father might be, but she’s not sure either of them will enjoy where it takes them.

Note: While this chapter is safe for work, previous chapters are not. Also: This chapter was a big challenge for me, a lot of it, aside from the trauma, was way out of my area of expertise. First of all, prior to reading this, I had no knowledge of Portuguese. I did my best to find adequate idioms on the internet, and consulted a friend of a friend to fit them in grammatically, but if something is off please let me know and I'll edit. <3 Not to mention, the poly dynamics. I did my best to honor the experiences of poly people and their relationships, and the dynamics therein. Hopefully it works.

“You sure about this, Shepard?” Kaidan hesitates by the door, watching her with a frown.

Shepard finagles her way into her coat one-handed, leaning against the wall for support. She looks at him with a gaze that can stop a war. “I want to.” Kaidan would know. He’s seen it happen on Rannoch.

“It’s just...that port was hit pretty bad. It’s not the easiest to--”

“I’ll be fine, Kaidan.” He has a flash of her looking down at him from a diving mech, and then remembers her stumbling half-conscious into the path of two brutes. Shepard’s hand brushes his face, and he realizes she must have crossed the room while he was lost in space. “You’re the one I’m worried about.”

Kaidan pulls her close and holds her tight. “I already lost you once.”

Shepard pulls back to kiss him with a force that knocks him back. He staggers breathlessly in her grasp. “The war’s over, Kaidan. That’s not going to happen.” She grimaces at her own words, rubbing her face with her good hand. “If your mom can handle the rubble, so can I.”

She’s changing the subject, and Kaidan lets her--too tired to argue about it any longer, so he plays along. “Maybe she’s the one you should be worried about.”

Shepard snorts. “If I can face Harbinger, I can face a future mother-in-law.” She runs her finger along his stubble, planting another kiss on his lips. “You’ve done so much to take care of me. Let me take care of you for once, kay?”

His heart stops beating as his voice falls quiet. “We’re getting married?”

Shepard’s only reply is to toss a scarf in his face before she hobbles out the door.

“And who is this?” Francisca Pereira-Alenko is a small force of nature, with curls wilder than her son’s, and the same fire in her eyes. People had always told Kaidan looked like a younger version of his father, but he always saw more of himself in his mom.

Jane Doe steps out from behind them, and both Kaidan and Shepard look at each other for a plausible explanation that doesn’t involve their...unusual arrangement. Rolling her eyes, Jane deadpans, “I’m with the Reds, and I’m helping Major Alenko with his search.”

“Hm.” Mrs. Pereira-Alenko hums as she eyes the three of them but lets the subject drop. Kaidan holds in his sigh of relief. Yeah mom, you know, watching them go at it is a blast. “You think we’ll find him inside this eezo processing plant?”

“Freddie likes to siphon eezo when the guards change shifts. Keeps her pockets lined with credits.”

“Who’s Freddie?”

Kaidan coughs.

There’s an arm poking out from the rubble. Kaidan freezes, wondering why the armored glove has vanished. Why his father’s wedding band lies exposed to the air--the engraving aquis multisi in plain view.

“Kaidan?”

He hardly hears Shepard over the roar in his ears. It’s only when Shepard grabs his shoulder does Kaidan realize he’s shaking. The sob tears out of his lungs before he can stop it. Rubble be damned--he’s on his knees, unable to breathe and mistaking his own tears for rain until he tastes the salt in his mouth.

Shepard shifts beside him, trying to chart a path to the ground without losing her balance, or her cane. She can’t help him. Kaidan feels responsible for making her feel inadequate, but it’s too late to pull himself together. He--

Arms wrap around his side, offering him something to hold onto. Shepard always gave amazing hugs. Kaidan clutches her, burying his head into her chest, basking in her touch. Glancing to his side he jolts, realizing Shepard’s still standing and remembering her still-paralyzed side. Which means--

Jane looks just as shocked as he does, but she doesn’t let go. Less than a year ago and she was trying to kill all of them. Technically, she’s not even supposed to touch him. Kaidan glances up and over at Shepard, looking for something. Anger. Distrust. Shock. All he sees is the corner of her mouth quirked upward, and a glimmer in her eye.

“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” The three of them linger outside the ruin as Mortuary Affairs arrives to remove the bodies.

Kaidan grins. “Yeah. With everything I’ve seen her do, everything I’ve seen her become, how could I not?”

His mother elbows him. “I wasn’t talking about Shepard.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s old news, filho.” She grins to match his, standing on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear “You’re in love with her too, aren’t you? The bandido with a heart of gold.”

He started to stammer out an excuse, but his mother waves him off.

“Ai meu deus, Kaidan. I may be old but I’d have to be blind para não ver um palmo à frente do nariz.” His mother waves her hand in exasperation. “You’re all adults. Just...don’t let your heart hurt either of theirs. They are good people. Don’t ruin them.”

Kaidan blushed as red as Shepard and Jane’s hair. “Sim, Mãe.”

“Now when are you bringing them home for dinner?” Mãe folds her arms expectantly, and Kaidan racks his brain for an answer. It’s like he can’t speak any language he’s ever learned.

“Tonight?” Jane steps up behind him, and Shepard snorts.

His mom’s eyes widen. “We better hurry. It’s already so late.”

“You been here before?” Jane asks as she picks up a framed picture of the Alenkos. They stand in the middle of their family orchard, holding fresh-picked Ambrosia apples. Kadian, probably eight or nine in the photo, half hides behind his dad.

Shepard shakes her head. “He wasn’t kidding about the view.”

Kaidan hears them distantly from his spot on the balcony, beer in hand. Coming out here was a bad idea. His brain keeps expecting his dad to follow him out the door, plop down in one of the deck chairs, and have a talk. But he’s not coming out this time, or any other time for that matter.

Miss you already, Dad. Kaidan rubs the condensation off the rim of his bottle, an all-to-familiar ache growing in his chest.

“You okay?” Shepard leans heavily against the balcony, grimacing. “Stupid question. Let me rephrase.” She pauses, searching for words, any words, that will speak to this moment, only to realize that they aren’t any. “You want to talk about it?”

Kaidan lets out a breath he doesn’t realize he was holding. “I thought this would be easier. I saw this coming. With y--” His eyes widen as he remembers who he’s talking to. “Sorry.”

Shepard nods, trying to breaths slowly in and out. This moment is about him, not her own hang ups with death. “With me it was more...sudden. Shocking.” She reaches out, squeezing his hand that rests on the balcony.

“Something like that, yeah.” Kaidan turns, leaning his forehead against hers. “Are you sure...you don’t remember anything from...when…?”

“When I died?” Shepard pulls back to nose length, looking into his eyes. “I’m pretty sure, yeah.” She adds quickly. “But that doesn’t necessarily mean anything.”

“Yeah.” He breathes her in, along with the salty scent of English Bay. His mind keeps drifting to the what ifs, and he tries to find his anchor in her. “I just wish I had more time.”

“We all do.” Shepard faces the bay again, leaning her head on his shoulder. “What was he like?”

“Heh.” Kaidan leans his head against hers, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Hard to sum him up. He believed in service. In taking care of those he loved, and those he didn’t. I hardly ever saw him angry.” Except for the day Kaidan came home from BaAT. Whether his father was angrier at him for lashing out like he did, or the so-called school for torturing their students, it was hard to say. “Loved watching hockey and football whenever he could. Always snuck off to the countryside whenever he had the chance. Laughed way too loud.”

“Sounds familiar.” Kaidan pinched her. She swatted him in retaliation.

“Where’s Jane?” Having Shepard here is a shock, having her clone here is beyond comprehension. And his mother’s immediate acceptance of them both? This must all be some sort of dream. Or nightmare. Kaidan isn’t sure.

“She’s in the kitchen, helping your mom.”

Kaidan looks behind them. “And there’s not a single smoke alarm going-off?”

“Har har. She’s actually a pretty good cook.”

“Yeah?”

“She made me a mean stir-fry the other night, ” Shepard grins suggestively, “and then she made me dessert.”

Kaidan lowers his voice to a whisper. “Oh? What kind of desert?” He caresses her chin, licking his lips without thinking.

Shepard laughs. “I don’t quite remember the name, but it tasted amazing.” She slides a hand down his chest, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

Oh, she’s going to be difficult, is she? Kaidan rises to the challenge, whispering in her ear. “What did it taste like?”

Shivering, Shepard licks her lips too, grasping onto his shirt. “Warm. Savory--dripping down my chin as I devoured it.”

Kaidan nearly moans, until he hears his mother yelling from the other side of the sliding glass door. Maybe dirty talk on his parents’ balcony wasn’t the greatest idea. Clearing his throat, Kaidan calls back “Que?”

“Venha aqui!”

“Porque?”

“Agora, K!”

Shepard glances at Kaidan quizzcally. “Is that--?”

“Not one word, Shepard,” Kaidan ushers her back inside. “What is it?”

“Food’s ready. Unless you’d rather eat it cold.” Mae looks at him with a smirk on her face as the glorious scent of her cooking washes over them both. His stomach growls loud enough for all four of them to hear. Funny, he never realized how hungry he was. When did he last eat? Breakfast? He’s always hungry. Biotics never stop being hungry. Numbly, Kaidan sits down at the table, pulling out a chair for Shepard, as he tries not to think about why he forgot to eat.

“Kaidan.” Shepard squeezes his shoulder. “Stay with us.” He smiles at her, feeling a small warmth in his chest.

Squeezing her thigh, he serves them up some steak. Following it up with some rice and beans, Kaidan takes a bite of the steak. Kaidan can’t help but moan at the taste. “Mae, did you make this?” She shakes her head, nodding smugly at Jane. “Since when do you cook, Jane?”

She shrugs. “Since forever. Maybe if you’re nice I’ll cook you up something real good.” Jane grins across the table at him, and Kaidan finds himself grinning back. Warmth floods through his veins, and he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her. Wait. What?

“You alright, K?” Shepard bumps him with her weak side, sniggering.

“Good God, not you too.” Kaidan groans.

“K?” Jane looks between them both.

Mae grins wider than all of them. “I’ve been calling him that since he was a menino.”

Shepard leans over her food, speaking low. “He absolutely hates it.”

“It makes me sound like I’m five!”

“You aren’t?” Jane quirks her eye brow at him, and the entire table busts up with laughter.

“Shepard?” He asks softly after the sky car has taken off. Jane has caught a cab heading back to Reds’ territory. As much as Kaidan wanted her to stay with them, the timing wasn’t right. A conversation needs to happen first.

“Yeah?” She looks over at him, reaching over to squeeze his hand. Her weak hand twitches sympathetically. Her eyes never leave him. It’s as if she already knows what her partner is going to say.

His heart races and sweat trickles down the back of his neck. Kaidan might be more nervous now than when he first propositioned her post-mutiny. The two of them have been through so much worse. So why is this so hard?

Shepard waits patiently, thumbing the back of his hand. “It’s okay, Kaidan.”

He takes a steadying breath. “I need to say it.” Shepard nods, and he continues, staring holes into their joined hands. “I’m in love with Jane.” Swallowing, Kaidan musters up the courage to look up at her.

“I know.” Shepard squeezes his hand, and a weight lifts off his shoulders. “I’m glad you told me.”

Kaidan pulls her into a hug, breathing her in. “Thank you.”

“Were you actually worried?” Shepard leans her head against his, sighing into him as the tension leaves both their bodies.

Kaidan almost wishes this ride wouldn’t end. He doesn’t want to leave her side. “A little. This is...new. For both of us.”

Shepard’s laugh shakes them both. “I saw it coming.” She says the next part softly. “But I didn’t want to rush things.”

“Yeah.” Kaidan pulls back so he can see her face. “So, what’s next?”

“Have you told Jane yet?”

Kaidan shakes his head. “I wanted to run it by you first.”

“Why don’t you tell her at your next coffee date?” Shepard nuzzles his nose with hers, kissing him softly.

Kissing back, Kaidan replies thickly. “I’d like that.”

#mass effect #shenko #fshenko #femshep x femshep clone #kaidan x femshep clone #finally #also I headcanon that Kaidan is part Russian and half Brazilian and 100% Canadian #fight me #melody writes

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muzzmurray · 7 years ago

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year in fic review (2017)

You can find all of the fic mentioned below on my ao3 account, savedby. If you’re looking for my football fic edition, you can find it here.

Year at a glance: Total number of completed stories: 32 Total word count: 77707

Overall Thoughts:

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted? I wrote way more than I realized for this fandom, um, wow. There were a couple of months where I was writing like four or five fics and I have no idea how that happened.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? Oh, the Vegas Golden Knights! Because when they signed two, I was joking around on twitter about how I could ship them now, and my friend was like ‘well, why don’t you’ and then that evolved into Sabaton and by extension into the Bold in Gold series, which was one of the most rewarding parts of my year for sure.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? these tornadoes are for you, which was Nick/Bob and written for the Cannon Fodder exchange. The combination of magic realism, humor and their general softness was really nice to write, and @frecklebombfic did a beautiful podfic of it.

Did you take any writing risks this year? Purely in terms of style, I wrote descent, in second person, which I know tends to polarize opinions. I love it, for whenever I want to write something that feels more immediate and intimate. I actually tried to rewrite it in third person, because the friend I was writing it for told me she wasn’t a big fan of second person, but it just wouldn’t work. It had to be written exactly as it is.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? I’d like to finish this chaptered Mcdrai magic AU fic that I’m working on and I’d like to continue writing the Vegas Golden Knights as their narrative unfolds, so the Bold in Gold series can become a sort of written history of the team and its fandom. Ambitious, but. We’ll see. I’m already working on the next part.

From my past year of writing, what was��

My best story of this year: armet. I think this was in the works the moment I realized that there was a possibility that Flower might go to Vegas and it ended up becoming exactly what I had hoped it would be.

My most popular story of this year: i still get jealous of your old boyfriends, judging by kudos, which is actually funny to me, because for the longest time I really hated what I wrote for that fic and I ended up posting it after having it written for a period of time.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: foundations, my Marleau/Thornton fic. I mean, it’s a niche pairing and a character study, so it’s probably as good as it’s going to get, but it’s basically peak me and my love for old men and their narratives.

Most fun story to write: world i can call mine , which was my Pod_together project with @frecklebombfic . Having her input on it was so essential (as it was in many of my fics this year) and I had such a fun time discussing Auston, Zach and Mitch, and poly with her. And her podfic ended up being perfect. It was just a great project.

Story with the single sexiest moment: Man, I don’t know, I’m an ace essentially floundering in the world of smut. But I did manage to post, like 4 explicit stories this year, which just goes to show you that you can be anything you set your mind to, kids. As it is, I’m nominating this line from wake me up come tomorrow

Oscar does, adds another finger only when he feels Adam completely relax into the first. He fingers him slow and easy, watching his face as it relaxes from discomfort to pleasure. Adam makes these noises too, cut off moans, helpless and involuntary. Oscar adds a third finger and he whines, high in his throat.

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: circumstance, which I hadn’t realized was still posted on anon until right now. So I’m owning up to it, I suppose. I’m not ashamed of it, because it still makes me laugh a lot on re-read, but please heed the warnings.

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: your morning cup, my Tim Horton character study. I didn’t even really know anything about him when I decided I was going to be writing this fic. But as I researched and wrote, the story ended up being one of the most important things I wrote this year.

Hardest story to write: something like hope was an exercise in frustration, until I figured out how to frame it with quotes from Pekka’s Players’ Tribune article.

Biggest disappointment: I don’t really post things I’m actually unhappy with.

Biggest surprise: I was most surprised by how well fandom received Sabaton, because I figured it was something so niche that only a few people would actually click on, but it became one of my most popular stories. I’m really grateful for that.

Highlights + Wrap-up:

Favorite Opening Lines (4):

From tomorrow is going to be pretty pawsome

Ryan is halfway through his breakfast when he hears his front door opening. It’s 9am and he’s not wearing pants, so if he’s going to be robbed, he’s pretty much defenceless, unless he pelts the robber with some granola.

What still gets me is how real this ship became as the season progressed.

From Sabaton

There’re a few things Vadim expects to see when he lands in Las Vegas. His new teammate holding up a big sign with his name on it, decorated with footballs and pucks and glitter, isn’t one of them.

Am I still prissy about how badly they treated Shippy? Yes. Absolutely.

From LXXXVII

Sidney Crosby isn’t high on the list of people that Vadim expects to see in the hotel bar in Pittsburgh before the Knights game against the Penguins, and yet, there he is. Crosby is wearing a pair of thick rimmed glasses and a hat, presumably as some sort of disguise. It only makes him stand out more.

He also seems to be getting closer, swapping stools whenever Vadim glances away, until they’re sitting elbow to elbow.

Ridiculous Sid is my favorite plot device and he was in full effect in this fic.

From your morning cup

Strictly speaking, there’s never been a hockey player called Tim Horton.

I just liked the way this commands attention when you read it. I think it when you have something so niche, you need the first paragraph to grab your attention, and I think I did well here.

Favorite Closing Lines (5):

From dust in your veins

Then, Geno pulls him into another kiss, desperate, his chest shaking under Sid’s hands and Sid thinks that maybe he won't have to separate them after all.

That he can have this – his heart beating rapid fire in his chest, and Geno’s steadying palms on the muscles of his back, and the ghost of ice above them both.

I love the removable heart AU (not to be confused with the escaping heart AU) because it just works so incredibly well for those sports narratives.

From knight

“You know, it’s actually a pun, because I used to play for the London Knights and-”

“Oh my god, please stop.”

From we were a house on fire

“I want.”

“It’s been years.”

“Want still.”

“...yeah, okay.”

“Like that?”

“Yeah. Just like that.”

I love how deceptively simple this is, with no dialogue tags, but it feels like it packs a lot of punch, cutting through the complexity of their situation.

From descent

The streets of Edmonton turn slick, coated with fallen snow. Daylight is scarce, and cold besides, and you wear a jersey that doesn’t mean much to you and you watch out for the boy that means everything.

At night your curl around Connor in your bed. He always runs hot, burning in your bones and warming you from the inside out.

He presses his mouth to the nape of your neck, and you blink, mind muddled with sleep, and you realize you don’t know which one of you is the one doing the protecting.

Ask me sometime about my thoughts about enforcers and their relationships with star players, and why end up romanticizing them so much.

From armet

“Fleuuuurrrryyyy,” the fans scream, without a hint of mocking, echoing off the concrete of the building, “Fleuuuurrrryyyyyyyy!” and it’s all he can do to smile through his tears, waving at these people who have crucified and martyred him over the years, but have loved him through it all.

His crease hasn’t changed. He pats the pipes, feels them steady beneath his palm, familiar. His teammates are all on the ice now, circling his goal, and he catches sight of Nealer coming forward with the puck. His face is grim and determined, and Flower remembers he’s got something to prove too.

He gives Nealer a sharp nod and crouches. Smiles.

He’s ready.

Flower’s game against the Pens in Vegas was emotionally devastating and I can only imagine how it’ll be when they play in Pittsburgh.

Favorite Lines From Anywhere (6):

From be your spine

The Bruins seem just fine without him, which is just a metaphor for his life, really. He notices the absence of Boston, but Boston is too big to notice he’s gone.

He limits his texts to Tuukka, and eventually they taper off, growing sparser and more impersonal as months go by. It’s understandable. Anton feels the absence of Tuukka like a phantom limb, but Tuukka is too brilliant, too beautiful, to be affected by Anton’s absence.

My first fic of the year was a homage to the journeyman player, the one who isn’t a star anywhere, the one that’s expendable. And this was one of the lines that summarized it pretty well.

From teddy bear

“I just want to be a cool dad, like Bozie! You’re the lame dad, Zach is the big brother figure and Leo is the grumpy grandpa. We all have roles to play!”

Matt bites back his first comment, and the second one. They’re both swearwords.

This whole sequence between Mo and Matt still makes me laugh really really hard.

From foundations

The Sharks are Joe’s team by virtue of wanting him more than anyone else did, but they aren’t his team like they’re Patty’s, who’s left pieces of himself in every crack in the Shark Tank concrete and who wears the jersey with more pride than anyone Joe’s ever known.

This fic hurts more now that Patty got traded.

From heart like a home

Roman is still sprawled across PK’s bed, entirely naked, reading one of PK’s magazines. His tanned skin glows in the soft yellow light of the bedside lamps. The sight never fails to make PK’s mouth go dry. As if sensing his gaze, Roman looks up, arching an elegant eyebrow, a stray curl falling across his forehead.

I want to eventually try to capture the various details of Roman/PK in a longer fic but for now this image of naked Roman will have to do.

From these tornadoes are for you

Bob is standing at the stove, muttering something to himself. He still looks like he did last night, little bolts of lightning racing across his skin, and when he turns around his eyes are still glowing pale in his face. It’s a little disconcerting, but Nick goes with it.

“What are you doing?” Nick asks, walking next to him to look at the pan and wincing. He’s careful not to touch Bob, doesn’t know what it’ll do to him. “Was this supposed to be scrambled eggs?”

I really enjoyed writing the whole scene of Bob releasing his magic in the woods, but what made me happiest to write was the morning after and how all that magic becomes somewhat of a hindrance.

From i still get jealous of your old boyfriends

“Are you telling me that Connor McDavid’s favorite show is My Super Sweet 16?” he asks incredulously. Mitch grins at him.

“Oh, no,” he says and Auston lets out a sigh of relief, “it used to be his favorite show. I think his favorite right now is Extreme Couponing.”

Connor and Extreme Couponing is the greatest love story I’ve written this year.

Fic Goals for 2017: I want to finish off the four WIPs that I didn’t manage to this year. Beyond that, I don’t have any particular expectations. I hope I can continue to enjoy writing in this fandom and that people will continue to enjoy my work.

year in fic review (2016)

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carriebradshawsprotege · 4 years ago

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Are You Managing On your own Suitable Out of the Game?

Conditioning is in all probability a single of the most misunderstood parts in coaching for sport. In the quest to "get in condition" or turn into much more "in shape" several athletes flip to aerobic based mostly conditioning or teaching procedures to prepare for sport. Regrettably most athletes and even activity coaches fall short to realize the power process requires of their personal sport and unintentionally train on their own off the subject. What do I mean by schooling themselves off the discipline? Training yourself off the field fundamentally would be outlined as about-conditioning ensuing in overuse accidents, de-conditioning or conditioning methods that defy the appropriate electrical power calls for necessary for the activity you are training for. An instance would be a one hundred meter sprinter functioning a 5k race to put together for sprinting situations or a football offensive lineman functioning 100 property shuttles to get in "game form". Does not make sense suitable, but the scary point is that this goes on all about America in youth, superior college, collegiate and even professional athletics simply because our sport coaches refuse to better have an understanding of the physical needs of their own sport. Okay, without having receiving too in depth into the physiology of electrical power needs I will give you a brief crash course in what strength & conditioning coaches get in touch with bioenergetics. The human human body has 3 different power techniques that gas motion of the system. The initial power technique we contact the ATP-CP program. This procedure is applied for pretty quick strong actions of up to 10 seconds. Illustrations: Baseball swing, pitchers throw from the mound, forty property sprint, golfing swing or a slap-shot. The 2nd energy technique we get in touch with is the anaerobic procedure or gylcolytic method. This procedure is utilized for actions lasting considerably less than 2 minutes so your examples would be a 400m dash, an end to conclude hurry up industry in lacrosse, hockey or soccer. Final but not the very least the third program of electrical power shipping and delivery is the aerobic procedure. The cardio program is our very long period energy procedure that ordinarily kicks in thoroughly at somewhere around 5 minutes of constant exercising. So what you would require to do is match the previously mentioned strength techniques to the real actual physical demands of the sport you participate in. So naturally if you enjoy lacrosse the electrical power methods made use of to participate in the match would be a mixture of the ATP-CP system as well as the gylcolytic process due to the fact lacrosse is a mix of intermittent explosive bouts -10s blended with get started and end sprints - 120s. Soccer, hockey, field hockey, and tennis would slide into this identical category, tennis for instance becoming additional ATP-CP driven than gylcolytic but nonetheless using the two power systems. Then you have your accurate American electrical power athletics such as soccer and baseball which are fueled just about totally off the ATP-CP system and gylcolytic strength techniques. Baseball needs % off the aerobic strength technique and football a lot less than 5% off the aerobic vitality system. Below is the place the write-up receives fascinating! Here is more information in regards to run 3 visit our web page. What is likely on in American sports activities? As a strength & conditioning coach in the personal sector it has supplied me the prospect to notice the unique training approaches of activity coaches and how they approach ability instruction put together with conditioning for their athletes. I dislike to confess it but it is why I bought out of the specialist and collegiate sectors of power & conditioning. You are employed as a specialist to train athletes to minimize damage opportunity and boost sport functionality so certainly as a professional you have a exceptional understanding of the electricity process demands for that sport, toughness calls for, and distinctive requirements of that activity for each and every player and situation appropriate? Well you would assume so but it is not so simple. A lot of several years back early in my job I was hired as a paid intern in a experienced sporting activities corporation to guide the head energy mentor in the day to day operations of taking care of the players off-time and in-period training packages. I was psyched! This is what you dream of, getting to do the job at the skilled level with elite level athletes and truly make your mark. I was doing work my way up the ladder. About a 7 days into the training plan we acquired called into the normal mangers place of work for a meeting in regards to the implementation of the coaching program. It was introduced to us that the GM felt we necessary to include "more conditioning classes" into our application due to the fact he felt that the workforce the calendar year ahead of was not as "in good shape" as they really should have been and for that reason necessary more operating. We adamantly opposed his suggestion and experimented with to explain why this would be unwanted and even counterproductive. We gave him the whole listing of reasons the two realistically and physiologic but he wasn't getting it. This is what he required and that was it! He was our manager so we reluctantly (it was unpleasant to view) ran the you know what out of them which left nominal amounts of time to do the items that we realized ended up most effective for them in retaining them balanced and potent. Here was the conclusion final result: the players have been pissed off all the time for the reason that they felt burnt out and sore, guys commenced dropping like flies with injuries, our staff experienced the most man game titles shed to damage in the league that 12 months and when the crew did not make the playoffs the GM fired the head toughness mentor! I in fact was requested to continue to be on but I politely declined other than the fact that I was faithful to the head person and felt we had to stand jointly centered on theory. As disappointing as that was it in fact turned into a fantastic practical experience for me since it quickly educated me on the stage of ignorance in athletics both of those beginner and skilled on how functionality improvement was being approached. The following desk presents an approximation of the percentage contribution on the energy programs in the subsequent sports activities SPORT - ATP-CP - GYLCOLYTIC - AEROBIC Soccer -50% - 30% - 20% Football - 80% - 15% - 5% Lacrosse - 70% - 20% - 10% Sprinting - 90% - 10% - 0% Tennis 80% - 15 - 5% Ice Hockey - 50% - 20% - 30% Cross Country - 10% - 20% - 70% Basketball - 60% - 20% - 10% Swimming - 5% - 25% - 70% As you can see from the chart previously mentioned the cardio system performs such an very tiny job in most athletics except you operate marathons. I cannot notify you how disheartening is when mothers and fathers come to me and say 'he/she genuinely wants to increase pace and explosiveness". I will invest months with athletes doing the job on increasing these qualities. I see some really remarkable success in which an athlete may possibly have appear in functioning a 4.nine or greater in the forty property sprint and following training in the application for a few months see them substantially drop that time up to three-four tenths of seconds only to see them arrive back from university or crew coaching packages appropriate back again in which they commenced because of these abuse from conditioning plans.

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megsironthrone · 7 years ago

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Anonymous asked: Can I have a modern day Sandor AU? Any cute romance storyline you like :). Xx I based this on a prompt submitted by @doctorsorcerersupreme to @dailyau: “We just met at a sport game. Hey, look! We’re on the Jumbotron during the Kiss Cam! Wait, what?” AU

Here you are, anon! I do not own Sandor or Joffrey. They belong to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: Fluff, awkward/embarrassed reader. It’s long. I couldn’t seem to stop XD Modern AU

Pairings/Characters: Sandor Clegane x reader, Joffrey and very brief mentions of the other Baratheons/Lannister and Bronn.

Sandor liked sports most of the time. Nothing beat a good boxing match, football, or hockey game. However, the one sport Sandor really didn’t care for was baseball. And of course, that would be the sport he was being dragged to. His employer, Cersei, preferred baseball since it had little to no contact. She wanted her sons Joffrey and Tommen to play the sport. So that meant going to baseball games, which meant Sandor had to go too, as their bodyguard.

This time, however, Sandor sat away from the family. The Baratheons were thinking of hiring a second guard, Bronn, and they kept him with them. Sandor was only there in case something went wrong. That was how he met you. Sandor was engrossed in watching the players warm up when he heard your voice. “Excuse me,” you said, making the large man look away from the field. He didn’t reply vocally. Instead he arched a brow. You gave him a small smile. “My seat is next to yours.”

He looked next to him and, sure enough, there was an empty seat between him and the guy next to him. Fighting a sigh, Sandor stood up to let you pass. “Thank you,” you told him before scooting to your seat, trying not to spill your drink all over him. “There you are, Y/N!” Sandor turned his attention back to the players on the field, but he could almost hear your eyes rolling. “You know I don’t like baseball. I only came because you begged me to.”

You sat down, brushing against Sandor’s elbow in the process. “Sorry,” you muttered. Sandor glanced at you and waved off your apology as the game started. Sandor tried to enjoy the game, but it was really difficult with your friend constantly, “Did you see that hit, Y/N?” or “Y/N, can you believe that catch?!” By the bottom of the third inning, Sandor swore he had your name memorized.

“You look like you don’t want to be here either,“ you said suddenly and it took Sandor a minute to realize you were talking to him. He turned his head to find you looking at him. Not staring at the scars on the side of his face that was closest to you. Just looking at him. "I don’t,” was all he said, looking back at the game as another batter came up to the plate. “Neither do I, but I promised my brother. What about you?” Sandor furrowed his brow. Why were you trying to talk to him? Didn’t he scare you the way he scared everyone else?

"Employers.“ You hummed at his response before you continued talking. "I don’t know about you, but I’m more of a football person myself. Both American and European.” Sandor didn’t answer and you sighed. So much for that.

The game was passing by pretty quickly and before you knew it, it was time for the Kiss Cam. This was one thing you actually liked, especially seeing older couples. They were adorable. You were watching intently when you saw a face you recognized on the screen. Yours. And the guy next to you. You blinked for a second before turning to him, your cheeks flushing and your brother nudged you gently. You looked into his pretty brown eyes and made a decision.

"To heck with it,“ you muttered, just enough alcohol in your system that you didn’t care that he was a total stranger. Sandor was about to ask what you meant when your lips met his. He froze as cheers erupted through the crowd. After a moment, you pulled away and your face felt like it was on fire. The camera had panned away . You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You refused to meet the man’s gaze. "Geez, Y/N, don’t you think you should know a guy’s name before you plant one on him like that?” your brother asked with a laugh, breaking you and Sandor of your trance.

You finally looked at him to find him already staring at you. He did not look happy. Granted, he didn’t look unhappy either. “I’m sorry about that,” you said, looking away again. “Ya could look at me when ya are apologizin’.” You laughed a little at that and glanced back up at him. “I’m sorry. I guess I shouldn’t drink at these things.” Sandor shrugged and you both stopped talking for a bit.

"Ya know, most people wouldn’t have done that. They would have run off before kissin’ someone that looks like me,“ Sandor worked up the courage to say. You turned back to him and arched a brow. "Why? Because of your scars? No offense, but you don’t need people like that in your life anyway.” You stuck out your hand to him. He stared at it for a second before taking it in his larger one. “I’m Y/N.”

"I know. Your brother’s been sayin’ it since ya got here.“ You laughed again. "True. What’s your name?” Sandor was still confused as to why you cared, but he answered anyway. “Sandor.” You grinned. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Sandor. Officially. And normally. Ya know, not kissing you…I’m just digging a deeper hole. I should stop talking.” Sandor felt laughter bubbling up and he just let go. He threw his head back and let out a full-belly laugh. The kind that shakes your whole body.

"Ya don’t have ta stop talkin’. You’re amusin’.“ You felt your face heat up again. "Gee, thanks,” you replied sarcastically but smiled anyway. Your brother let out a cheer next to you and you rolled your eyes. “I’m hungry. You want to go grab something to eat with me?” Sandor found himself nodding, eager to get out of the seat. You both stood and made your way up the steep steps.

After you got food, you decided not to return to your seats. It’s not like either of you were really watching the game anyway. Instead, you found a place to perch and began talking. Well, more like you talked and he listened unless you ask a specific question. After a while, you even had him talking about his job.

"Why don’t you quit if you hate it so much?“ you asked, taking a bite of your pizza. Sandor shrugged. "Not much else for me to do.” You snorted. “Not much? Sandor, you could be a physical trainer, teach self defense classes, guard someone else, be a bouncer in a club. There are tons of jobs for a man as massive as you!” Sandor laughed at your remarks, but realized you were probably right and not a moment too soon.

"There you are, Dog!“ a small voice called out, making Sandor groan under his breath. You both turned to see a blond boy with a sour looking expression heading your direction. You glanced up at Sandor and saw he was trying to mask his irritation.

"Come along. The game is, thankfully, over and it’s time to go.” Sandor glanced down at you and then back at the boy, whose family was now standing behind him. “Ya can get Bronn ta go with ya. I’m done with ya and your whole family. I quit.” The entire family stared at him in surprise, but Sandor didn’t give them a chance to reply. He took your hand in his and pulled you away.

"You actually did it,“ you said. Sandor shrugged again. "I did.” Laughing, you pulled your phone out. A text from your brother. “You know, you should tell the person you’re riding with when you decide to leave with someone else. I’m in my car leaving without you ;) Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” You groaned loudly. “I can’t believe that jerk.”

"Your ride left ya?“ You nodded. "Yeah. Looks like I’m calling an Uber.” Sandor chuckled. “I could give ya a ride. Save ya some money. Long as ya don’t mind a motorcycle.” You grinned. “Sure. Thanks.” You let him lead you to where his motorcycle was parked and climbed on the back. You held on for dear life the entire way back to your house.

With shaking legs, you climbed off the back of the motorcycle. “Thanks, Sandor.” He nodded, taking off his helmet. “Yeah.” You stood there, contemplating something. “What?” You handed him your phone. “Could I get your number? I’d like to hang out with you again.” His jaw dropped open, but he entered his number into your phone anyway before handing it back to you. Grinning, you quickly leaned in and kissed him before running inside. Before Sandor could replace his helmet and drive off, his phone went off. Thanks for the kiss! Well…kisses! See you soon!

@silverwingedfox @line-viper @etherealpotter

#george r.r. martin #game of thrones #got #sandor clegane #sandor clegane x reader #sandor x reader #modern au

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xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex · 6 years ago

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About The Muse

Elizabeth Thredson

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height: 5’0

weight: 94

ethnicity: Caucasian

occupation: student

gender: female

sexual identification: straight

romantic identification: she doesn’t know - just that she really doesn’t like the idea of any kind of romance or relationships or touching people but she’s fifteen so give her a break.

myers briggs type: Debater - ENTP-A

alignment: Chaotic Good

ｓｐｅｃｉｆｉｃｓ –

favorite food: Takis

favorite drink: Mountain Dew

favorite brand: Adidas

favorite hobby: Hockey, Basketball, Video games (Ballet and Dance is something she was trained to do but it’s done in private as she gets older).

favorite artist: Van Gogh

favorite musician: Too many to name

favorite scent: the woods at night, or the sky before a terrible storm

favorite person: tough question - she’ll get back to you when she figures that out.

ｒａｎｄｏｍ –

list ten facts about your muse:

1.) she has a freakishly high pain tolerance. She’s one of those people that can break a bone and walk around not even realizing it.

2.) She’s always snacking on something. Want to get her attention? Mention a fast food joint 😂😂😂

3.) She has a very short temper (although she’s really good at hiding it with a sarcastic trash mouth).

4.) She smoked her first cigarette at eight and didn’t try it again till she was twelve - since then she’s become a bit of a chain smoker liked both parents 😕😕😕

5.) She shares a whole name with a famous monarch - Elizabeth Alexandra Mary.

6.) She rarely cries and when she does it’s in a place where no one can see (she hopes).

8.) Did I mention she has serious anger issues? She’s also pretty damn strong for how small she is (5’0). She has a more aggressive nature than is normal.

list five things they like:

1.) Music (80s, 90s, 2000s Of so many genres)

2.) Movies (cult comedy classics)

3.) TV Shows (90s/2000s sitcoms are a favorite)

4.) Sports - she plays hockey but also loves throwing the football around and basketball.

5.) Star Wars, Comic Books, Dungeons and Dragons ... Get the picture?

list five things they dislike:

1.) Feelings

2.) Crying

3.) Being Wrong

4.) When someone has the nerve to say that Greedo shot first.

5.) Witnessing PDA 🤮🤮

common words / phrases that annoy them?:

Anything mushy or over sharing. 🤮

Tagging: @emma-christine-spoole @iknowwhatihavetodo @ghostxmother @eddiespaghettti @witchyrebel @unholylangdon and whoever else wants to do it

#about the muse

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dknc3 · 7 years ago

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So, I've just come over from ao3 after reading pretty much everything you've written over there. And i just saw your eclipse family pictures and I thought "I need a fic about the Stark clan watching an eclipse", and since there's no one better to do it than you, I just leave the prompt here. No problem if you take a long time, I know RL can be busy. Keep up the amazing writing!

Here’s your eclipse fic, Nonnie! I put it under the cut because I’m afraid even most of my short fics are kinda long for tumbler dashes!

Catelyn Stark surveyed her children scattered about the small field. Robb and Jon were standing beneath the shade of a large tree engaged in an animated conversation, probably about either some sporting event or a girl. Robb had been a bit girl-crazy for at least the past two years–likely Theon Greyjoy’s influence–but his cousin’s interest had only developed since the two boys had started high school. Robb liked to gleefully proclaim that a certain red-headed new student from somewhere much further north was responsible for that. Sansa was lying back in a reclining lawn chair, her NASA-approved glasses pushed back on her head, and her eyes fixed on her phone rather than the sky. Arya was also looking down at a phone as she sprawled on her belly in the grass, eclipse glasses lying beside her. Bran was running toward the little farmhouse, having been dispatched by Ned to fetch the colander they’d laid out on the kitchen table, and Rickon was in Ned’s lap in the chair beside hers, his little face turned up toward the sun with his father’s hands on either side of it making certain the glasses stayed firmly in place.

“Mommy! Look! The moon IS eating the sun up like a cookie!” he exclaimed. “It’s got a big bite gone now!” Then he began twisting in Ned’s arms, pulling his father’s hands off his face. He turned his head from side to side rather comically, blind in the dark glasses which still covered his eyes. “Mommy? Where are you?”

“Right beside you, little wolf,” Catelyn laughed, reaching out to pull the glasses from his eyes. “You can’t see anything except the sun when you’re wearing the eclipse glasses, remember? You have to take them off to look around you.”

He grinned at her. “I forgot.”

“But you must put them back on before looking back toward the sun, Rickon. Do not forget that,” Ned cautioned him rather sternly.

“I won’t,” their youngest replied as solemnly as a four year old boy could manage.

“I’ve got it, Dad!” Bran yelled, reappearing from the house, waving the colander above his head.

“Oh, good!” Ned exclaimed, lifting Rickon off his lap to stand up. “Come here, children.”

Catelyn saw the slight frown on his face as only Rickon jumped to follow him. To be fair, she didn’t think the older boys heard him. “Girls,” she said, “Put those phones down and go see what your father has.”

“It’s a spaghetti drainer,” Arya said. “I can see it from here.” She looked back down at the phone.

“Whose phone is that, Arya? And did you ask to borrow it?” She and Ned didn’t believe children needed phones until middle school so Sansa was the youngest to have one at the moment.

“It’s Jon’s, and he doesn’t care.”

“Does he know you have it?”

“He doesn’t care,” Arya repeated.

“Jon!” Catelyn called. “Did you give …”

“Hey, Jon! I’ve got your phone, okay?” Arya interrupted loudly.

“Don’t break it!” Jon called back to her, barely turning from his conversation with Robb.

Catelyn sighed. That boy could never tell Arya no to anything. And considering the things Arya got herself into even at the ripe old age of nine, one of these days that would likely get both of them into trouble.

“Told you he didn’t care,” Arya said smugly.

“That doesn’t mean it was okay for you to take it without his knowledge. Now, put it down and let’s go see what your father is showing the boys.”

“A spaghetti drainer,” her younger daughter repeated. But she did put the phone down in the grass beside her eclipse glasses and stand up. “That reminds me, what are we having for supper?”

Catelyn sighed and rolled her eyes, turning to her older daughter and saying, “You, too. You’re here to watch something very special, not text for hours with Jeyne.”

Sansa sighed and rolled her eyes at that, and Catelyn knew that if Ned had been paying any attention to them he would have commented upon the similarity of their daughter’s exasperated expression to her own. “Come on, Sansa,” she said softly. “This is very important to your father. And if you’d take your nose out of that phone for a bit, you just might enjoy it.”

Sansa still didn’t look very happy, but she slowly raised herself up, pushing the glasses down on her eyes as she did so. “Oh!” she said in genuine surprise as she looked up at the sun. “It’s nearly half gone now!”

That sent Arya scurrying back to fetch her own glasses from where she’d left them. “Wow!” she said, when she looked up. “It was taking forever before. Seems like it’s going faster now.”

“Arya, come over here and look! This is cool!” Bran yelled.

Both girls pulled their glasses off and walked to join their father and younger brothers, and Catelyn followed behind them. She thought about calling the older boys over as well, but saw that they both now stood side by side in the shade of the tree, glasses on their faces, looking at up at the sun without moving. She smiled at the two of them and turned to hear Ned’s very scientific explanation of why the light from the partially eclipsed sun shining through the holes of the colander produced the little shadow crescents on the ground.

The kids were at least impressed enough that it held their interest for a few moments before Rickon announced he was hungry. Bran, having discovered the snacks Catelyn had put out on the table when he went in for the colander, asked if they could eat some now. Catelyn nodded and the younger three bounded into the house while Sansa returned to her chair and her phone.

Ned sighed. “I thought they’d enjoy this,” he said, sounding rather dejected.

“They are enjoying it, my love! This is a treat!”

“Well, they’re enjoying getting to skip school on a Monday, anyway.” She could still hear the disappointment in his voice.

When he’d heard about the total eclipse crossing the entire country, her normally far too serious husband had gotten as excited as a little kid, and when he realized that Winterfell was only going to get a partial eclipse, he’d gone on line and researched the path of totality, renting this little farmhouse for the weekend because of its perfect location and made travel plans for all of them to experience the total eclipse together. Ned never planned vacations. He didn’t like to spend money frivolously. Yet, this had caught his imagination, and he’d run with it. The man who’d been to countless hockey, football, basketball, and soccer games, fencing matches and track meets, piano and ballet recitals, school plays, beaches, and amusement parks for the sake of the people he loved had now brought them all along to experience something he loved.

“They’re kids, Ned,” she said softly. “The younger three have the attention spans of gnats most of the time. The older three … well, they’re teenagers–or ALMOST a teenager in Sansa’s case–so they’re behavior isn’t even recognizably human at times. But they all are enjoying this. I can tell. They’re simply out here being themselves, and then they look up at that sun and … just watch their faces, Ned. This is an amazing thing you’ve done for us.”

He looked at her and smiled. “Have I mentioned lately how glad I am that you married me?”

“Lately?” she said teasingly. “No.”

“Well, I am,” he said. “Every day of my life.”

She tiptoed up and kissed him and then grinned. “Remember that when I remind you about your promise to clean out the garden shed next weekend.”

He just laughed and pulled her against him for a longer kiss, knocking her own eclipse goggles off the top of her head as he ran his hands through her hair.

“Hey, Dad! I thought you put down ‘astronomy’ as the academic subject we’d be learning about today when you filled out the papers to take us out of school–not sex ed!”

“Robb Eddard Stark!” Catelyn scolded her firstborn, but she was laughing too hard to be taken seriously.

“Well, some of us are trying to watch an eclipse here, Mom. Maybe you and Dad should get a room!”

“That’s enough, son,” Ned said mildly, reluctantly releasing her from his arms. “What brings you over here from your hangout under the tree?”

“Oh, I just wondered if it’s really getting colder out here or if Jon and I are imagining things. The sun’s over half gone now.”

Catelyn hadn’t noticed any change in temperature–and she certainly hadn’t been cold in Ned’s arms. It still wasn’t cold, but … “It’s not hot,” she said, realizing the boys were right. It was a very hot August day. She’d actually been surprised Ned hadn’t retreated to the shade with the older boys, but he hadn’t wanted anything obstructing his vision. While it was still very warm, it wasn’t hot at all.

“No,” Ned said, grinning. “It’s actually quite comfortable.”

“This is pretty awesome,” Robb said.

“And we haven’t even gotten to the best part,” Ned assured him. “What’s Jon looking at?”

Catelyn looked over to the tree and saw Jon crouched down on the ground, intently studying something. Before she could call out to him, she heard Arya’s voice shout from the doorway of the house.

“Hey, it’s getting dark out here!”

Catelyn looked at Ned, and he furrowed his brow in puzzlement. It was still a sunny day–not dark at all.

“What are you talking about, Shortstuff?” Robb asked. “It’s bright as day out here.”

“No, she’s right.” Bran came out of the house behind his sister and stood looking around with an odd expression on his face. “I mean … it’s not dark, but it’s darker than it should be. It looks way darker than when we went in.”

Ned stood still for a moment and then took Catelyn by the hand. “Come with me,” he said, pulling her toward the house rather quickly.

“Hey! I don’t think Robb really wanted us to get a room, Ned,” she laughed.

“No, I think we’ve been out here too long. That’s why we can’t see it.”

“What?” she asked as he pulled her into the doorway of the house. The children had all gone outside and she spotted a pair of forgotten eclipse glasses on the table which she grabbed up to take outside, remembering as she did so that her own were lying out in the grass now where Ned had knocked them off. She hoped they didn’t get stepped on.

“It’s probably been getting a just a little bit darker all along, but it’s too subtle to notice because we’ve been there for all of it. I bet if we go back out after staying inside for a few moments, it’ll look darker to us as well.”

“Well, we can’t stay in here too long, Dad. It’s at least 2:15pm and I’m not missing this. Oh, you must have dropped these, Mom. Rickon nearly squished them.” Robb stood there behind them holding out her eclipse glasses. She hadn’t even heard him come in.

“Let’s go then,” Ned said with a grin as Catelyn thanked Robb for the glasses.

“Oh, my!” she said as she stepped outside. The light was indeed dimmer. It looked very odd for the middle of an August afternoon. And it was very definitely cooler.

“Uncle Ned! Aunt Cat! Robb! You’ve gotta see this!”

Catelyn looked over toward the tree and realized all the children except Robb were now there with Jon, even Sansa.

The three of them hurried over to see what the attraction was. Sansa looked up at their approach and pointed to the ground. “Look, Mama! It’s so pretty.”

Catelyn looked down to see what appeared to be a thousand tiny crescents overlapping each other and shifting through light and shadow as the leaves overhead moved in the light breeze.

“It’s lovely,” she agreed.

Bran was jumping up and down and asking Ned to explain it but Catelyn missed the explanation as a small hand tugged on hers. “Look, Mommy,” a grinning Rickon said to her, holding up a chocolate chip cookie he apparently brought from the kitchen. “I’m the moon and this is the sun.” He then took an enormous bite out of it and grinned at her again, chocolate all over his front teeth.

She laughed and bent down to hug him, but before she could reply, Ned said, “Kids, I think this is it. Let’s all go back to the chairs and put our glasses on. I’ll tell you when you can take them off.”

“My glasses!” Rickon cried out in dismay.

“I’ve got them, little wolf,” Catelyn assured him, taking him by the hand and leading him back to the little cluster of lawn chairs.

When they were seated with their glasses on, all eight of them were silent, even Rickon as the last bright rim of the sun visible through the dark lenses began to fade away. Catelyn realized it was entirely silent. There was no birdsong any more. Then she heard a cricket.

“Ned …” she breathed.

“I know,” he said. “Night’s falling. In the middle of the afternoon.”

The temperature drop was no longer subtle, and she shivered a bit just as Ned said, “Take your glasses off, everyone.”

She’d seen the bright sliver of sun disappear through her glasses but wasn’t prepared for the sight that met her eyes without them. It was dark as night. She could even see stars. And in the sky above them was a dark circle surrounded by a halo of soft light. She couldn’t remain seated, standing up to look heavenward.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, shivering again.

Ned had stood as well, holding Rickon, and he shifted the little boy into one arm reaching to put the other arm around her.

“Are you cold, Cat?” he asked softly.

She shook her head and leaned into him.

“This is the coolest thing EVER!” Robb exclaimed then, and then all the kids began shouting and laughing and jumping around and generally celebrating the celestial phenomenon that they all were witnessing for the first time.

“Mommy? Did the moon eat the sun all the way gone now?”

She heard the apprehension in her little boy’s voice. “No, baby,” she assured him. We’re only pretending that the moon ate up the sun, remember? The sun’s really only hiding behind it. It’ll be back in just a bit.”

“Good. I like the sun!” he exclaimed. “When does it come back?”

“Oh, I’d say in about a minute and a half now, Rickon. At least the first little bit of it, and you’ll have to put your glasses on again to look then.”

“A minute and a half?” Robb cried. “Jon get that selfie stick!”

Catelyn realized the older three all had their phones out and had been snapping various pictures of each other. Now Jon was rapidly affixing his phone–which Arya had apparently returned to him–to the selfie stick her sister had given the boys two Christmases ago. She hadn’t realized they still had the thing.

“Okay, everybody, get together with the sun behind us!” Robb yelled.

“I don’t know how the sun will turn out in the picture, Robb,” Jon said.

“Yeah, but it’ll be cool in any event. Can you see everybody?”

“Rickon’s head’s in front of Uncle Ned’s face,” Jon said. “Arya, quit making rabbit ears over Bran’s head! We want an actual good picture for a change! This is too amazing to act stupid!”

Catelyn could barely see what anyone looked like on the little screen of Jon’s phone, but everyone must have moved to his satisfaction because he snapped several pictures, saying, “There. At least one of those should be good.”

Amazingly, after the picture was taken, all the kids quieted down again. Rickon wanted down, and Ned allowed it with an admonishment that he mustn’t run off. Instead, he walked over to his sisters and took each of them by the hand. “The sun will be back,” he promised them.

Sansa smiled and bent to kiss the top of his head while Arya reached over with her free hand and mussed his hair. “Yep,” she said. “Just like magic.” Then the three of them stayed like that, holding hands and watching the sky.

Robb and Jon stood together as they so often did–the son who’d made them parents and the nephew who’d become a son through tragedy. Both of them looked heavenward with almost identical expressions of wonder on their very different faces and it struck Catelyn that she had only a few precious years left until they would truly be grown.

“Dad?” Bran’s voice pulled her from her thoughts, and she turned to see her second son standing at Ned’s other side, looking up at his father with adoration. “This is the greatest idea you ever had!”

“Thank you, son,” he replied softly, and Catelyn heard the quiet joy in the deep voice she loved so much.

She smiled at him and tiptoed up to kiss his cheek and then stood leaning into him with her head against his shoulder and his arm around her waist as they stood with their family watching the heavens and awaiting the magic of daylight’s return.

#asoiaf fic #modern AU #Ned x Cat #Stark family #Catelyn Stark #Ned Stark #Robb Stark #Jon Snow #Sansa Stark #Arya Stark #Rickon Stark #fic request. I love Ned and Cat with the Starklings #Anonymous

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